Sean Wigginz lyrics

[Intro: Ruck]
Got all my Magnum n*ggas in here, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEE
Yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond
Word up, M-F-C
Hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this n*gga son, word up, hit him

[Verse 1: Ruck]
Yo, n*ggas is pipsqueaks, thinkin sh*t's sweet
I come discrete, turn your ass into minced meat
Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline
With the bassline, kick and snare, Duke I make your clique aware
So please God, never say jack sh*t to Sean P
Before I launch three shots directly at your army
Word is bond, we be on some sh*t to the two-thou
Loose-mouthed n*ggas catch a hole in they goose-down
Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down
Down, down, down, down-down, down-down

[Verse 2: Ruck]
Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets
Walkin down the street, bump into my n*gga Kevin
"What up Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven
You still bustin motherf*ckin shots at the reverend?"
"Hell no", I replied, elbows was applied
Till his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside
[Outro]
Oh sh*t yo whassup whassup
Yo son, yo, OH-oahh!

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f*ck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question
f*ck that, don't ask no questions in my sh*t
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
Yo f*ck them, yo f*ck you
f*ck that cat, word up
Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE

*THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ*
*RECOGNIZE, MOTHERf*ckER*
*USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A f*ckIN HATRACK*
*PUNK MOTHERf*ckERS, WORD UP*
*M-F-C, FOR LIFE!*