Sean Wigginz

[Ruck] Got all my Magnum niggas in here, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEE 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, niggas is pipsqueaks, thinkin shit's sweet I come discrete, turn your ass into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline With the bassline 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 niggas catch a hole in they goosedown 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 motherfuckin shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied Til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside Oh shit yo whassup whassup Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* 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 fuck them, yo fuck you Fuck that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!*