featuring Nocturnal 8 Off Aguilar

Intro/Chorus:

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun

You get to smoke weed and hold big guns

Stand on stage rockin your Timbs wit your sons

That's bullshit yo I'm out to get these funds

Verse One: 8 Off Aguilar

Yo yo somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies

Could he see it? EPMD Aguilar recognise

Niggas was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas

Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys"

My 12-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular

Sippin out of Coke and he's drinkin *?terror dacquras?* and chrome

backwards

Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest

Racoons rap with your soloists if ??? ??? artist

Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell

Off those cells we're livin well

In the '9-8-Off, country club plink off

While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

Chorus (x2)

Verse Two: Nocturnal

Guns with banana clips, two Rolexes to master whips

A .45 under my armpit

Another one in the glove compartment

Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit

Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes

Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine

We're out to get mines, on a regular

On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure

In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen

so my team can play Sega plus *?the gods in Vegas?*

An ounce of weed in every type of flavor

Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Chorus

Verse Three: Das EFX

HIGGITY-HARDCORE,