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[Ruck]
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Got all my Magnum niggaz in here word up
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Sean PEEEEEEEEE
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Yeah yeah yeah word is bond
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Word up M F C
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Hah word up yeah yeah
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Smack this nigga son word up hit him
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Yo niggaz is pipsqueaks thinkin shit's sweet
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I come discrete turn your ass into mincemeat
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Ever since heat got pulled from the waistline
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with the bassline kick and snare Duke I make your click aware
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So please God never say jack shit to Sean P
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before I launch three shots directly at your army
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Word is bond, we be on some shit to the two-thou
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Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in they goosedown
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Down, down, down-down, down-down-down, down
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Down, down, down, down-down, down-down
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Down-town, jumped off the train on Ebbets
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Walkin down the street, bump into my nigga Kevin
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Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven
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You still bustin motherfuckin shots at the reverand?
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Hell no I replied, elbows was applied
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til his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside
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Oh shit yo whassup whassup
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Yo son, yo, OH-oahh!
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*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*
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*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*
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*AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*
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Fuck you shoot him for man? He just asked you a question
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Fuck that, don't ask no questions in my shit
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Word is bond, I don't like that, yo word up
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Yo fuck them, yo fuck you
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Fuck that cat, word up
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Sean PEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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*THIS, IS THE DIARY OF SEAN WIGGINZ*
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*RECOGNIZE, MOTHERFUCKER*
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*USE YOUR HEAD FOR MORE THAN A FUCKIN HATRACK*
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*PUNK MOTHERFUCKERS, WORD UP*
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*M-F-C, FOR LIFE!*
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Sean Wigginz
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| Heltah Skeltah |
