Got all my Magnum *****z in here, word up
Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is bond
Word up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this ***** son, word up, hit him

Yo, *****z is pipsqueaks, thinkin' ****'s sweet
I come discrete, turn your *** into mincemeat
Ever since heat, got pulled from the waistline
With the b*** line kick and snare, Duke I make your click aware

So, please God, never say Jack **** to Sean P
Before I launch three shots directly at your army
Word is bond, we be on some **** to the two-thou
Loose mouth *****z catch a hole in they goose down
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 ***** Kevin
Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your *** in the Seven
You still bustin' mother***kin' shots at the reverend?
Hell no I replied, elbows was applied
Till his monkey-*** pulled out the heat, step aside

Oh ****, yo wh***up wh***up?
Yo son, yo, oh-oahh

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

This, is the diary of Sean Wigginz
Recognize, mother***ker
Use your head for more than a ***kin' hatrack
Punk mother***kers, word up, MFC for life