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, squeeze it double quattro 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’mma, I’mma, I’mma (ha ha) Yeah, short and sweet What’s the motto? See you next week