Bullshit
D.F.I. Lyrics

I was a terror since the public school era
I have been notorious since I was young and in school

Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
I skipped class and harassed girls in the bathroom

Smoking blunts was a daily routine
I smoked weed every day

Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene
Since I was 13, I've been overweight and around the neighborhood

I used to have the trey-deuce
I used to have a .32 caliber handgun

And the deuce-deuce in my bubble goose
I had a smaller .22 caliber handgun in my jacket

Now I got the MAC in my knapsack
Now I carry a MAC-10 machine gun in my backpack

Lounging black, smoking sacks up in Ac's and Sidekicks
I hang out and smoke weed in Air Conditioned (AC) places and talk on Sidekick phones

With my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
I hang out with my friends who are wearing cool sneakers

Honeys want to chat
Girls want to talk to us

But all we wanna know is where the party at
But we just want to know where the party is

And can I bring my gat?
And can I bring my gun?

If not, I hope I don't get shot
If I'm not allowed to bring my gun, I hope I don't get killed

Better throw my vest on my chest, 'cause niggas is a mess
I should wear my bulletproof vest because people can be dangerous

It don't take nothing but fronting for me to start something
It doesn't take much for me to start a fight

Bugging and bucking at niggas like I was duck hunting
I shoot at people like I'm hunting ducks

Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Being reckless with just me and my friends

'Cause all we wanna do is And party and bullshit...
Because all we want to do is party and do reckless things

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Girls give us hugs, guys give us pounds (fist bumps)

Seen my man Sage that I knew from the projects
Saw a friend from the same neighborhood as me, Sage

Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
He mentioned that he had a problem with someone and if I had my gun with me

Sure do, two .22s in my shoes (no question)
Yes I do, two small guns in my shoes

Holler if you need me, love, I'm in the house
Call me if you need me, I'm inside

Roam and stroll, see what the honeys is about
Wander around and see what girls are around

Moët popping, ho hopping
Drinking fancy champagne and partying with girls

Ain't no stopping Big Poppa
No one can stop me, Big Poppa

I'm a Bad Boy (that's right)
I'm a member of the Bad Boy record label

Niggas wanna front, who got your back? (Biggie)
People want to be confrontational, who is on your side? (Biggie)

Niggas wanna flex, who got the gat? (Biggie)
People want to show off, who has the gun? (Biggie)

It ain't hard to tell, I'm the East Coast overdose
It's obvious that I am the most popular rapper from the East Coast

Nigga, you scared you're supposed to
You're supposed to be afraid

Nigga, I toast ya, put fear in your heart
I will scare you by shooting at you

Fuck up the party before it even start
I will ruin the party before it even begins

Pissy drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Really drunk, from drinking Hennessy and smoking strong weed

On some Brand Nubian shit beating down punks
Being violent like the rap group Brand Nubian, attacking weak individuals

Bitches in the back looking righteous
Girls in the back looking good

In a tight dress, I think I might just
In a nice outfit, I might hit on her

Hit her with a little Biggie 101, how to tote a gun
Teach her a little lesson about me and guns

And have fun with Jamaican rum
And have a good time drinking Jamaican rum

Conversation, blunts in rotation
Talking and passing around a blunt

My man Big Jock got the Glock in his waist and
My friend Big Jock is carrying a Glock handgun with him

We're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
We're smoking weed and drinking alcohol, making the girl think we're cool

If money smell bad, then this nigga Big is stinkin'
If having money is bad, then I must be really bad

Is it my charm? I got the hookers eating out my palm
Is it my charisma? I have the prostitutes wanting to do anything for me

She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
She grabbed my arm and told me to leave peacefully

I'm hitting skins again
I am hooking up with girls again

Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Rolled another blunt and bought a Heineken beer

Niggas start to loc out, a kid got choked out
People start to act crazy, a kid got choked until unconsciousness

Blows was thrown and a fucking fight broke out
Fights broke out and punches were thrown

"Yo, chill, man, chill" Can't we just all get along?
People are trying to calm everyone down and are asking if we can all get along

So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
So I can leave love bites on her chest like Little Shawn (another rapper)

Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
Get her really drunk on expensive champagne

And it's on, and I'm gone
And the party starts and I am leaving

That's that And party and bullshit...
That's the end of the story and let's continue to party and do reckless things