Third Party - Little Brother, Joe Scudda

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

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 polly 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