Little Brother - Third Party Lyrics
feat. Joe Scudda[Rapper Big Pooh]Yeah, uh, Rapper, Scudda, Khrysis, you knowUh, we bout to have a party in this muh'*****er(Aight, I'mma get it this album man, for real, for real shit)Check me out y'all, yo-yoPooh's number one, not two through fiveHe the realest muh'*****er that you heard aliveNo jive man, he the supply manThe resident fly man, you ready to ride fam?Load up a fly cam, you wit him, they comin to get himCause they heard about Sleepers, how he tryna shit 'emAnd they heard about Scuds, they heard about DashAnd how they told all y'all kiss they assLeft his crime in the past, it could show to the surfaceSmellin ***** niggas now gettin all nervousHow the hell did we ever unearth thisManiac? He don't speak much, when he do it's on purposeHis game like Sampras, serve's officialHis track record razor sharp, ready to kiss youThis ain't intended to diss you, but dismiss youYou tryna piss who? You tryna piss pooI leave dumb niggas in piss poolsBody chopped up in the ocean for fish foodNah I'm just playin, you get what I'm sayin?On the mic there won't be no delayin[Joe Scudda]Yeah, yeah, Rapper Pooh, J-OWe back at it, huh, yeahJoe the, realest of real, ***** how you feelYou think Joe gon' stop? ***** if I willIll, like Marbury when he handled appealAnd a hoopty on the lean with my hand on the wheelHoller at birds, when Joe polly with wordsScuds and Rapper Pooh official man, you probably heardThat, Joe's a show ripper, flow spitterI'm at the bar and your girl want a drink, you better go with herCause Joe will get her, Joe will hit herJoe will fill her up with liquor man, Joe will flip herJoe will do some nasty shit, take some picturesDismiss her, call Joe the Five-Fiffer SlitsterDon't call me mister, call me masterYeah your girl might call you but she call me fasterI be beatin them cakes off, go head and ask herNow she do all types of freak shit and I ain't even gas her
