(featuring Clayvosie Debonaire Fresh Kid Ice JT Money) 

Intro: Luke 

Awwwwwwwww shit! Ha ha yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin' 
house we gon' freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo .... 
Clayvosie in the motherfuckin' house! 
Home Team in the mother motherfuckin' house! 
J T a Money money Poi son Clan in the motherfuckin' house! 
*Aak!* Fresh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin' house! 
Fre sh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin', house, 
*ak!*, Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like! 

Verse 1: Clayvosie 

'Vosie gettin' busy in motherfuckin' '93 
Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy 
So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom 
When you're home alone you might wanna gimme some 
Then here I go creepin' in your window 
Bend that ass over and I'ma fuck you like a dirty hoe 
You know I'm pimpin' all hoes in the '90s 
The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me 
'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat, 
And my sawed-off pump in the back 
For any nigga with beef in their fuckin' teeth, 
Wanna be like a player but you can't compete 
So I be fuckin' hoes, and fuckin' up niggas 
And still gettin' paid, so watch me get bigger 
Brand new, on the scene with my nigga Luke 
>From the bottom, niggas, so what you wanna do? 

Chorus(4x): 
["Let's take it to the stage, sucka!"] 

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice 

Out of Chinatown, bitches on the dick 
And I'm just rappin' to a Kid Ice flick 
From a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo 
I'll eat ya ass up 'cause it's time to rumble 
'Cause your bitch is on the dick 'cause of who I am 
The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman 
Comin' from the bottom, straight to the top 
Comin' clean and housin' your spot 
Hoes, they love me 'cause they say I'm crazy 
Since I'm runnin' 'round town, pluckin' them daisies 
Whip ya whole ass when I fuck her 
'Cause I'd rather a bitch who'll kneel down and pucker 
Luke put me down, and I come off 
Since I fucked your hoe, I'ma piss you off 
Fuck with Chinaman, and you die 
When my black bag open', gunshots run wild! 

Chorus 

Verse 3: Debonaire 

Well hey yo, I'm catchin' wreck 
Chillin' by the projects, money got the high-techs 
Goin' till the break o'dawn, never see bed 
Get red when I said, got gats plus the (???) 
Flip-time, better parlay in front o' me 
I'm goin' out and showin' out shots from the uzi 
Once again I'm here to buck the fate talk game 
Magazines get picked like shirt to bloodstains 
I'ma serve heat to the chumps who forget theyself 
I'm steppin' back from the crowd and then it's on 
I got the hand-skills for the county kid big man 
So, money-grip, better chill with the ill 
It's the Beatstreet, not the same Jay (?) 
Home Team boogie down in the house and it's on 
And ya don't stop, punk crews can't top this 
Bad land's in the house (?) I'm out to rock it, Beatstreet! 

Chorus 

Interval: Luke 
Yo, it ain't nothin' but a lil' freestyle thing to do! Home Team boogie in 

the house, Clayvosie, Clayvosie, Fresh Kid Ice, twice as nice, yo, check 
this out - Mike Fresh on the beats, Eddie mix' on the mix, yours truly, 
just swervin' and curvin' this thing. Yo, JT Money - tell these niggas 
'bout some of that Rufftown Behavior! 

Verse 4: JT Money 

Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitin' 
Pass the mic like Marino, I'll catch it like Mark Clayton 
Yeah, it's that nigga, 
JT in effect, and my dick's gotten a lil' bigger 
So I'm talkin' more shit in the Nine-Tre 
Fuck the police, 'cause motherfuckin' crime pays 
Peace to them hoes that suck dick 
If you don't, go get hit by a truck, bitch! 
I kicks the raw shit, not the flaw shit 
Pull out my 4-5th, niggas hit the floor quick 
Peace to Ram and my main man U-Y 
If I could sing I would shooby-dooby-doo 
While I might be rippin', nobody else is rippin' 
Peace to the homies, fuck them niggas that be trippin' 
Poison Clan niggas in the house, don't fuck around 
Peace! I'm out, comin' from Rufftown, nigga! 

Chorus<br><br>Thanks to thudord