Yo son word is bond thunn
I nearly merked that big watermelon head ass nikka and half of the west coast population for that shyt yo. Me and the 12th Street crew had a suitcase full of ammunition including bazookas and shyt. We was gonna jack a plane at the airport and fly that shyt to the hood in LA and let these nikkas know how QB gets down, but then I remembered that none of us knew how to fly a plane so we just said fukk it and cancelled our plans.
Let it be known that if any of us knew how to fly a plane, half of your favorite west coast rappers would be with the lord right now.
Word life yo.