Make Me Better (Week 8)

[Intro]

Yeah

Hip-Hop Weekly, C.O.B. (C.O.B.)

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I

Ow (Treacherous Records, ha ha)

Yeah

Next week, we doing some old school shit, ha ha

I’m still taking requests, hit me on MySpace

Guess what?

[Verse]

I’m Mr. Hip-Hop Weekly

And fuck all copycats, get guac freely

Yes, I embody that, dig hot breezies

In the back of a Pontiac that was parked in a laundromat

Pimping’s not easy

Shouts out to Fred Hampton Jr. in Chicago

Shouts to Bishop Brigante in Toronto

I’m a mercenary, squeezin' double quattros

Cover your meat with the shells for the cheese like a taco

I go straight to your crib if you pushing weight

When you get home, I might be the reason that your bush'll shake

I pop out, my Glock find a place to put your face

White tee bloody as an apron around a butcher’s waist

Like them baby back joints stacked on top of each other

Ribs are touching, no stopping a brother

Strip nigga, now go lay on top of your mother

A sick nigga, it was a hobby to rob me a sucker (Yeah)

I’m about to ride around to Biggie’s “Ready to Die” shit

With one of you maggots tied up in the trunk, now that’s some fly shit

My heart dark as the inside of your eyelids

Bitches try to gas me, Crooked I’s too hybrid (Ow)

Yeah, I spit like a Long Beach Pharoahe Monch

Keep your eyes on the sparrow when the double barrel launch

I’m G’d like a character from Robert De Niro’s Bronx

Tale, hell, tell me why the hell I wear a watch (Huh)

'Cause when it come to time, I’m so far ahead of mine

I can tell you ahead of time, you need some better lines

Like eleven times seven, I’m

Seventy-seven times better than whoever rhymed, never mind

[Outro]

Yeah, I ain’t gonna even educate you niggas right now

Crooked I, man, gangsta MC, C.O.B. (Circle of Bosses)

Shouts out to my dude LG in Brooklyn (Brrap)

Yah mean

Shouts to my dude Dylan Dylinjah (Pow, pow)

We made history baby, when you was on Bad Boy and I was on Death Row

We recorded a song together

First Death Row and Bad Boy collabo since all the bullshit (You know)

You know what I’m talking about (Ha ha)

We rode through the streets of LA together, baby

You know how I do it, pistols motherfucking up

20s on Benzes (Yeah)

C.O.B., Crooked I, yeah

I’m a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I’m a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (Ow)

I’m a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (Yeah)

I’m a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a (Ha ha)

Yeah, short and sweet

What’s the motto? See you next week