| Got all my Magnum niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas 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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| 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 |