Artist: Rapper Big Pooh f/ Nottz, Joe Scudda
Album:  Fat Boy Fresh, Volume One: For Members Only
Song:   HVAC (Heating VA & Carolina)
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
(YEAAAH~!) Yeah, It's ya boy Rapper
(We in here!) I bought J-O along for the journey
(J-O! 9-1-9) You know where we at, that's 7-5-7
(Yessir!) I got Nottz on the beats
Hah, can you hear it? (History in the making, muh'fuckers!)
Check me out, though... Listen.. (Yeah!) Yo...

[Rapper Big Pooh]
I eat ya face, Poobie spit cold and reckless
Skip over niggaz like I do my breakfast
For all non-believers, get a pen, you could check this (Check!)
Music library. here's a joint you can reference
Go-hard status, fuck who's the baddest
+Poppa Got a Brand New Bag+ 
Middle finger UP to you brand-new fags
Just cause I won't do a joint, you wanna get all mad
Nigga, get +Glad+, go hug ya block
Been turned down plenty but the hustle don't stop (never!)
Still pumpin them rocks - no, not white
And heat is the reason that is sounds so right
(So right) Hooked up with Nottz, don't it sound so tight?
I bring it to you live, nigga broad daylight
It's Pooh Ferrigno when it comes to this mic
Compare me to whoever you like, it's a WRAP~!

[Joe Scudda]
We bananas, Nottz tracks hard as a bag of hammers
Rolled-up weed is the only L you could hand us
I know you cain't stand us, dog how your man is?
Think you nice, that whole notion is outlandish
So who the FUCK you suppose to be?
And what cat said your raps come close to me?
Usually a G, but you I'll roast for free
Cause I'm a boss, you ain't nothing but a chauffeur, B
And ya girl said she wanna do a show for me
And it won't shit that she wouldn't show for me
Head to toe, she gon' dip it low for me
She a church girl for you, but she a HOE for me
And she love it, and tree down livin that rap life
I'm the real thing, that's just somethin you act like
If you don't know, I'll show you what gettin smacked like
cause youse a phony and the reason shorty don't act right, you LAME!

[Nottz]
Uh, yep, the last piece of this equation
The final cut muh'fucker and I ain't talkin e-brasion
I'm talkin head shots (BONG! BONG!), flee 'fore them fed cars
(COME! COME!) I hear 'em comin, but {?} would better (RUN! RUN!)
Such a killer in my dreams, dog if I was a murderer
Do you really think I'd be doin this rap THING?
FUCK NO, NIGGA! I'd rather rock shows than
bein locked away for 30 joints and never see a brighter day
Cycle never end, some people come home
and go RIGHT back the fuck in
People, please excuse me for my sins, cause I'm hafta bust 
a DJ head wide open he don't play this shit again (YEAH!)