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,