"He da bomb, he da bomb. Well, he WAS the bomb" - Ghetto woman on this documentary about Bigee and Tupac I screened for an independent DVD company.

I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the deuce deuce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the gat in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...

Chorus:
Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)

*salutes, pours 40*

Back in the day our parents used to take care of us
Look at 'em now--they're even fuckin' scared of us
Callin' the city for help, because they can't maintain
Man, shit's done changed

This, from his track "Suicidal Thoughts"

"When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell / Cause I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell...Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion / I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion...I wonder if I died would tears come to her eyes?"


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