Somebody Told Me

Intro/Chorus:<br><br>Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun<br>You get to smoke weed and hold big guns<br>Stand on stage rockin your Timbs wit your sons<br>That`s bullshit, yo I`m out to get these funds<br><br>Verse One: 8-Off Aguilar<br><br>Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies<br>Could he see it? EPMD, Aguilar, recognise<br>Niggas was stuck on Diggy before Biggie and Nas<br>Test guy reported in The Source, even thought about "Best Buys"<br>My 12-bar Count Dracula wit lyrics spectacular<br>Sippin out of Coke and he`s drinkin *?terror dacquras?* and chrome<br>backwards<br>Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest<br>Racoons rap with your soloists if ??? ??? artist<br>Puttin it down on the day 9000, that`s a cell with stories to tell<br>Off those cells we`re livin well<br>In the `9-8-Off, country club plink off<br>While you`re way off, check all systems, it`s time we take off<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br><br>Verse Two: Nocturnal<br><br>Guns with banana clips, two Rolexes to master whips<br>A .45 under my armpit<br>Another one in the glove compartment<br>Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit<br>Tek 9`s, after parties with mad dimes<br>Bitches twist the vine, I`m high and the moon`s mine<br>We`re out to get mines, on a regular<br>On the south, probably took the dreaded predator`s pirate treasure<br>In the crib I bought the leather, plus a movie screen<br>so my team can play Sega plus *?the gods in Vegas?*<br>An ounce of weed in every type of flavor<br>Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Das EFX<br><br>HIGGITY-HARDCORE, sewer rats keep it raw<br>Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Seymour<br>Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours<br>Chrome .44`s, diggity-diamonds on paws<br>All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores<br>HIT SQUAD, second world tour<br>Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs<br>After, ???? ????, where?, In corridors<br>Figgity-fuck walls, I`m buildin, splittin Dutches spillin<br>Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin<br>Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, Das EFX`ll make a killin<br>and grab the cheese up like Sicilians cos......<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br><br>Outro: Skoob<br><br>Got the funds<br>This rap shit was fun, kid<br>We hold big guns, diamond gyms and Timbs and all that