Sean Wigginz Lyrics - Heltah Skeltah

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