Buckshot - Sean Wigginz lyrics

[Ruck] Got all my Magnum n***as 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***a son, word up, hit him Yo, n***as is pipsqueaks, thinkin sh**'s sweet I come discrete, turn your a** into mincemeat Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline With the ba**line kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware So please God, never say jack sh** to Sean P Before I launch three shots directly at your army Word is bond, we be on some sh** to the two-thou Loose mouth n***as 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 n***a Kevin Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your a** in the Seven You still bustin motherf**in shots at the reverand? Hell no I replied, elbows was applied Til his monkey-a** pulled out the heat, step aside Oh sh** yo wha**up wha**up Yo son, yo, OH-oahh! *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA* *AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* f** you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question f** that, don't ask no questions in my sh** Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up Yo f** them, yo f** you f** that cat, word up Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE *THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ* *RECOGNIZE, MOTHERfu*kER* *USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A fu*kIN HATRACK* *PUNK MOTHERfu*kERS, WORD UP* *M-F-C, FOR LIFE!*