Third Party

[Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah, uh, Rapper, Scudda, Khrysis, you know Uh, we bout to have a party in this muh'fucker (Aight, I'mma get it this album man, for real, for real shit) Check me out y'all, yo-yo Pooh's number one, not two through five He the realest muh'fucker that you heard alive No jive man, he the supply man The resident fly man, you ready to ride fam? Load up a fly cam, you wit him, they comin to get him Cause they heard about Sleepers, how he tryna shit 'em And they heard about Scuds, they heard about Dash And how they told all y'all kiss they ass Left his crime in the past, it could show to the surface Smellin bitch niggas now gettin all nervous How the hell did we ever unearth this Maniac? He don't speak much, when he do it's on purpose His game like Sampras, serve's official His track record razor sharp, ready to kiss you This ain't intended to diss you, but dismiss you You tryna piss who? You tryna piss poo I leave dumb niggas in piss pools Body chopped up in the ocean for fish food Nah 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-O We back at it, huh, yeah Joe the, realest of real, fuck how you feel You think Joe gon' stop? Fuck if I will Ill, like Marbury when he handled appeal And a hoopty on the lean with my hand on the wheel Holler at birds, when Joe parlay with words Scuds and Rapper Pooh official man, you probably heard That, Joe's a show ripper, flow spitter I'm at the bar and your girl want a drink, you better go with her Cause Joe will get her, Joe will hit her Joe will fill her up with liquor man, Joe will flip her Joe will do some nasty shit, take some pictures Dismiss her, call Joe the Five-Fiffer Slitster Don't call me mister, call me master Yeah your girl might call you but she call me faster I be beatin them cakes off, go head and ask her Now she do all types of freak shit and I ain't even gas her