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, sewer rats keep it raw
 Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Seymour
 Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours
 Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
 All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
 HIT SQUAD, second world tour
 Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs
 After, ???? ????, where?, In corridors
 Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin, splittin Dutches spillin
 Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin
 Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, Das EFX'll make a killin
 and grab the cheese up like Sicilians cos......

 Chorus (x2)

 Outro: Skoob

 Got the funds
 This rap shit was fun, kid
 We hold big guns, diamond gyms and Timbs and all that