Where`s Sean? lyrics

Artist  : P. Diddy 
Song : Where`s Sean?



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[P. Diddy]

Eh yo what's up
playboy

Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan

I
need you to come get wit' me aight?

Yeah, I
got something I need you to do

Call up the
rest of the crew

I'll see you
there



[Big Azz Ko]

Yo, I got the
call from Sean he out in Milan

Went to get
the package, got there it was gone

Hold on
say word you got to be joking

Don't worry
about it dun I'm on the next thing
smoking

Hit Bristal up on the speed
dial

Yo these funny talking cats tryin' to do
a nigga foul

It's goin' down nigga round up
the team

Im'll head over here just to map out
the scene

Ship them things in route to climb
walls

Infrared vision ear plugs and
all

Digital surveillance linked with
laptops

Express mail it to me can't
???



[Bristal]

I'm splurtin' for
certain Bris-pro working

Searchin' dippin'
curvin' breakin' clean outta virgin

From
servin' here Rob certain I'm burnin'

On my
way from Mt. Vernon

Swervin' a stretch
bourbon

Identity of this man I look
persian

Hey yo we gotta get him

I wanna
know where they came from

Or who sent
them

First nigga to find them better
bend'em

Cuz I just spoke to Polly
Fontaine

Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the
same

So y'all niggas betta get on
point



[P. Diddy]

Well it seems like
our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a
jam

Seems like Bristal got his back up
against the wall

Well let's see how Rob B-O
handles this one

Bad boys watch ya
backs

Watch ya backs bad boys



[Black
Rob]

Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at
eight fourty six

I'm hoppin' outta shorty
whip

I'm by the tel, across exxon by the
shell

Sense of urgency on the cell

We
gon' pick you up, when ya flight land

We in a
tight jam

Me and Diddy fam sorta like his
right hand

I touch down like
two-thirty

If i was on you, your hoe's and
them cowards Im'll do dirty

Still a commssion
and we all equal

All lethal

Caught'em
doin' dirt to the wrong people

It's the
family affair, I'm here

With all of me Im'll
deal with this one accordingly

Got the
locations sittin' in the console pacin'

Get
bagged murder be the case and

And I'm tired
in jail

Even though through the riots I
prevailed

Enjoyin' my freedom, got two kids
as long as I feed'em

I'm here for the fam
thats there when I need'em



[Mark
Curry]

Yo, uh uh uh, hello

It gotta be
the same cats

I can tell by they strange
acts

When they mumble to each other

Like
Milan they run for cover

New cuz this bitch
that I fucked with

One thought I loved
her

Seas debate the storm pull him the the
surface

That's a purpose

One of these
faces, make'em nervous

Catch'em when they out
for hamburgers

Turn they whole lunch into a
murder

In a way all the rounds gon' be heard
of

This shits big, the first thing to catch
to where PD is

I'm on it, act like they want
it

Im'll bring the heat

Just let me know
the place we plan to meet

And I'm in it sure
as your heart beat



[Loon]

Yo I ain't
really tryin' to duck no strays

So watch what
the fuck you say

It's ya mouth that started
the shit

Now you actin' all retarted and
shit

Dog I came to play my part and that's
it

We had a fullproof plan, all we need was
the fam

Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one
extra man

Two lincoln LS Sedans

Fifteen
hundred yards of saran

And after the scam, we
be out in Amsterdam

Yo, call Sean in
Milan

Call Sean tell Sean we gone

We'll
meet him in Hong Kong

With two chicks both
they thongs on

Mabe Ling and Kim
Long

Both of them dead wrong

Two rich
bitches the feds on



[P. Diddy]

Yeah,
well it seems like brother Loon is out in Hong
Kong

He's found his self in a sticky icky
icky situation

But you know somethin' I have
faith in the bad boys

Bad boys bring it on
home, bring it on home bad
boys



[Kain]

Heh, I'm bout to do
Santa Dimengo

On a horse named Bingo

A
fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my
lingo

Stayin' at a hotel called the pink
flamingo

Callin' up MC from a cuatro
cinco

The set up, tryin' on my way to
uniform

Room service bumpin' Kain on the
newest song

Holdin' gats knowin' everything I
do is wrong

'Till I hi-jack the sky flyin' on
a unicorn

Downstairs with a bag of money and
two clips

Talkin' to Loons chicks wit'
sombreros and toothpicks

Sayin' they commit
homicides for two bits

And fuck for dough
like I give two shits

Wildfire call from Hong
Kong

Hello (Loon: Yo Kain I just spotted Sean
Jean)

Hold up, some information was
missing

I just got the same page from
Bris

He told me he saw Sean and two chicks
followed by four whips

Somewhere in the
Florida sticks

It's a set up

Tell the
crew to keep their heads high

I'm gonna flip
if any one of my mens die

We've been fucked
somebody told us a bent-lie/Bentley
(what?)

Let's get back to the spot in
NY

Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops

Hit both the
hot locks

Let'em read it that Diddy is on them
hot blocks

So we sent two teams to rush both
spots

Ha yeah!

Suited up ready to dumbs
out

Thumbs out watch the motherfuckin' door
with our guns out



[P. Diddy]

Hey yo
yo hold up stop the music man heh heh

Y'all
niggas is crazy I was only joking man

I just
wanted to see if my family was on point