It's August 27, 2025, 04:42:17 PM
Yeah, why the fuck did puffy sign him? Biggie was the only real talent ever signed to bad boy
Puffy's trying everything but gettin nowhere..... he even got some 3rd rate Mase rapper now called Loon
Dep is fucking dope, quit hating cause someone isnt from the "westcoast"
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked sillyFucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' doWhen you ready? Shit I was born readyAnd I was already on fish and spaghettiwe are not hating, he is just WACK
heres an unbiased review from all music:rating 2.5 stars out of 5AMG EXPERT REVIEW: Another in Sean "P. Diddy" Combs' line of successors to the departed Notorious B.I.G., G. Dep joined fellow Harlem rapper Black Rob during Bad Boy's early-2000s rebuilding era. Unfortunately, like the others who followed in "Biggie"'s large shoes — also including the somewhat martyred Shyne, in addition to Black Rob — "the Deputy" doesn't live up to his promise. However, just because Dep is no Biggie doesn't mean Combs doesn't go out of his way to propel his protégé to stardom. In fact, Combs does nearly everything he can on Child of the Ghetto as an executive producer to make it a strong debut: the guest appearances (Rakim, Kool G. Rap, most of the Bad Boy roster), the multitude of amazing productions (courtesy of the low-profile yet impressive in-house producers), the obvious radio-ready singles ("Special Delivery," "Let's Get It"), a few character-developing skits, and plenty of glossy photos in the CD booklet. In sum, Combs does a great job with this album — he does what a rap producer should. And he doesn't let guests steal the show from Dep — for the most part, Dep does all the rhyming. However, just because Combs puts together a proper debut doesn't mean it's worth listening to. And, in the case of Child of the Ghetto, you're probably alright just hearing the singles and not bothering with the album. Granted, there are some stunning productions here — the beat on "Special Delivery," in particular — and Dep is no doubt skilled. However, these attributes don't compensate for the lack of engaging songwriting. In sum, this album needs some hooks — desperately. There aren't any "Big Poppas" or "It's All About the Benjaminses" here — not even something as forced as "Bad Boy for Life." This presents a dilemma. There aren't enough pop hooks here for this to be a pop-rap record, like the most successful Bad Boy albums have been in the past, but it's also not ghetto enough to be a street record. While he may indeed be a "child of the ghetto," Dep certainly isn't ghetto any longer, even if he tries to convince you otherwise with all his drug talk — he's Combs' well-fed, nicely groomed protégé. And it's not difficult to see through the unintended irony of Dep's pampered-thug façade. This doesn't help the album — either you're ghetto or you're pop; you can't be both, and pathos only goes so far. It's unintentional ironies like this that make it difficult to take P. Diddy (or is it Puffy?) seriously or as anything more than a manipulator. — Jason Birchmeier