Got all my Magnum niggaz in here, word up   Sean P, 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 bass line 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 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 nigga Kevin   Whattup Ruck? I ain't seen your ass in the Seven   You still bustin' motherfuckin' shots at the reverend?   Hell no I replied, elbows was applied   Till his monkey-ass pulled out the heat, step aside      Oh shit, yo whassup whassup?   Yo son, yo, oh-oahh      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 P      This, is the diary of Sean Wigginz   Recognize, motherfucker   Use your head for more than a fuckin' hatrack   Punk motherfuckers, word up, MFC for life