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little brother - third party lyrics

[intro: rapper big pooh]
yeah, uh, rapper, scudda, khrysis, you know
uh, we bout to have a party in this muh’f-cker
(aight, i’mma get it this album man, for real, for real sh-t)
check me out y’all, yo-yo

[verse 1: rapper big pooh]
pooh’s number one, not two through five
he the realest muh’f-cker 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 sh-t ’em
and they heard about scuds, they heard about dash
and how they told all y’all kiss they -ss
left his crime in the past, it could show to the surface
smellin b-tch n-ggas now gettin all nervous
how the h-ll 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 p-ss who? you tryna p-ss poo
i leave dumb n-ggas in p-ss 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

[hook/scratches] (x4)
“f-cking with the best around”
“even when i rhyme in third person”

[joe scudda]
yeah, yeah, rapper pooh, j-o
we back at it, huh, yeah

[verse 2: joe scudda]
joe the, realest of real, f-ck how you feel
you think joe gon’ stop? f-ck 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 sh-t, 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 sh-t and i ain’t even gas her

[hook/scratches] (x4)

- little brother lyrics

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