Sean Wigginz

Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up

Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond

Word up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah

Smack this nigga son, word up, hit him

Yo, niggaz is pipsqueaks, thinkin' shit's sweet

I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat

Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline

With the bass line kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware

So, please God, never say Jack shit to Sean P

Before I launch three shots directly at your army

Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou

Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goose down

Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down

Down, down, down, down-down, down-down

Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets

Walkin' down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin

Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven

You still bustin' motherf**kin' shots at the reverend?

Hell no I replied, elbows was applied

Till his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside

Oh shit, yo whassup whassup?

Yo son, yo, oh-oahh

Fuck you shoot him for man?

He just asked you a question

Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit

Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up

Yo f**k them, yo f**k you

Fuck that cat, word up, Sean P

This, is the diary of Sean Wigginz

Recognize, motherf**ker

Use your head for more than a f**kin' hatrack

Punk motherf**kers, word up, MFC for life