All Eyez On Me

[Intro] Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I C.O.B., Treacherous Ya'll know what I'm doing right You know what I'm doing '07 baby, we put this Hip Hop Weekly shit in effect And we went hard, did it like bosses I'm only going to week 52 then I'm through That's a whole year, you know what I'm saying For my people out there That's how we get down Hey, it's the holidays though, this how C.O.B. do it Yeah, got some of that 2Pac in the background, you know Exchanging gifts with people you love Haha, yeah Eating all kind a shit Niggas full as a motherfucker Got that E & J in the eggnog and shit Ya know I'm talkin' 'bout Some of that motherfuckin' Irk and Jerk My cousin Saucy got chronic in the air, everywhere That's how we do it on the holidays, ya know what I mean Playing that PS3, C.O.B [Verse 1] I need monster bling, I need a sponsor A Trump-type chick who ball like Ivanka Give me them Hummers, them grown man Tonkas I could buy it for myself but I don't wanta It's OPM, Other People's Money, I'm an entre- Peneur and my customers are rastas No Douglas furs, green trees of ganja Leave Santa some weed brownies and keep them kush lit Let the elves help themselves to some of that good shit I'm young Crook bitch I'm like the emblem on a Phantom When it's sold, I'ma pop up on some hood shit Since I was a little lad, blame it on my missing dad Shit is sad but hip hop music is all a nigga had Riding dirty like my nigga Cha I wanted to be like Jordan, not Michael, my nigga Brad Scarface, show you how tar taste When I knock you to the streets my heart's in a dark place AR in a guitar case, [?] sparks while your heart race Them bullets got sharp teeth, my targets are shark bait Wait, I apologize, that's no good Goon talking in the holidays, that's so hood Nowadays Crooked change it for the better while you do whatever To get famous my nigga you change it for the cheddar The hood, you claimin' it forever But see you left us hanging like a sweater In the closet on that false shit Mouth running like Farrah and her faucet On that boss shit, stealing my swag, aw shit Dog quit, I floss 'til I'm exhausted, the necklace frostbit The medallion got diamonds on both sides now That's how I double-crossed it Pause bitch, off my balls can ya'll get And don't come back to the hood again I'm giving out toys in the ghetto right where you shoulda been Put this in your new Myspace bulletin C.O.B. play the position the hood put us in Changing the world, that's on my wishlist While Bill O'Reilly fights the senseless war on Christmas Where's your morals, a horrible thing to quarrel about While there's children living poor in the drought No doubt the word drought show you what a metaphor's about Because Katrina made it poor in the South Couldn't imagine drowning on the second floor of my house Making a floating device out of my door or my couch, ouch Sell-outs, I guess I made a track for you Get back to the hood, that's what made it crack for you That's why your security backdoor you And when you get your chain snatched, don't call me to get it back for you Hollywood rapper, yeah your record number one But I'm the reason your whole relationship troublesome Your wife kiss you, her breath smelling like bubblegum Cause all she gets from me is hard dick and Bubble Yum 'Tis the season, tits I'm squeezin' then I'm leavin' While I got the gift of breathin' This free air cause in the pen the air ain't free there Your husband come home, bitch I'm squeezin' This my reason, I ain't dying for the either of you Plus I got more weeklies to do Hahahaha, you know what I'm talking about Shouts out to Frank [Verse 2] I got more weeklies to do You see the weeklies give you a peek in my life, give your speakers a view My music's a movie, it features my crew It's the steroid flow, where's the Mitchell report I'm pitching to Clemens while Barry Bonds sitting in court They call the flow delicious Blow, get Hollywood bitches to snort Sick lyrics of the ridiculous sort Let it spread 'cross the nation Serve you like Arthur Ashe Rockin' a mask so call this off the Jason Yes, my Smith and Wess finesse altercations Walking with chest out like breast augmentation Looking for another gun I could misuse Like [?] publication I got issues Like I stepped in dog shit, I got ish shoes That I'm trying to get through so excuse Me, I don't perpetrate Like lesbos with strap-ons I give it to you straight I give it to you straight like Vodka with no chaser Even if it hurt like pockets with no paper Brand new West, I'm leading the revolution Every seven days I'm bringing you evolution Dude I'm never losing, shooting every night like it's New Year's Eve Why, cause that's my New Year's resolution Bang this when you roll in the projects Out West, these weeklies are a moment of progress I got a tall nigga suffering from a Napoleon complex Why you scared? I'm only the Loch Ness Monster, nigga [Outro] Hahaha, I'm a monster And all eyes on me Live the life of an Eastsider until the day I die Live the life of a hoo-rider, they call me Crooked I Yeah, ya'll know what it is It's Hip Hop Weekly man All eyes on a G Shouts out to my dude Ruben man Nore in Orlando, Mary R.I.P. to Munchy I got you Mac Capone, hey What up Evan, AJ, Guilty One Jay U what it do, Miss Kush Mami We going out with a bang man You know what I'm talking about It's Hip Hop Weekly Ya'll know what we did right, in '07, '08 Treacherous is gon' lay these motherfuckers down Haha, down I say, yeah All eyes on a motherfuckin' G I see ya next year