Little Brother, Joe Scudda - Third Party lyrics

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

"Fucking with the best around"
"Even when I rhyme in third person"

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 handles the pill
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 Slit'ster
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