[ruck] Got all my magnum niggaz 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, 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 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 niggaz 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
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!*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
