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Intro: Luke
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Awwwwwwwww, shit! Ha ha, yeah! Luke Records in the motherfuckin'
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house, we gon' freestyle this thing, for the 1993, yo, yo ....
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Clayvosie in the motherfuckin' house!
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Home Team in the mother-motherfuckin' house!
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J-T, a-Money-money, Poi-son Clan, in the motherfuckin', house!
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*Aak!* Fresh Kid Ice in the motherfuckin' house!
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Fre-sh, Kid, Ice in the motherfuckin', house,
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*ak!*, Clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like!
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Verse 1: Clayvosie
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'Vosie gettin' busy in motherfuckin' '93
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Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy
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So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom
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When you're home alone you might wanna gimme some
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Then here I go creepin' in your window
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Bend that ass over and I'ma fuck you like a dirty hoe
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You know I'm pimpin' all hoes in the '90s
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The only place I want a bitch to stand is behind me
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'Cause I'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat,
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And my sawed-off pump in the back
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For any nigga with beef in their fuckin' teeth,
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Wanna be like a player but you can't compete
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So I be fuckin' hoes, and fuckin' up niggas
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And still gettin' paid, so watch me get bigger
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Brand new, on the scene with my nigga Luke
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>From the bottom, niggas, so what you wanna do?
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Chorus(4x):
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["Let's take it to the stage, sucka!"]
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Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
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Out of Chinatown, bitches on the dick
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And I'm just rappin' to a Kid Ice flick
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From a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo
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I'll eat ya ass up 'cause it's time to rumble
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'Cause your bitch is on the dick 'cause of who I am
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The Fresh Kid Ice, the Chinaman
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Comin' from the bottom, straight to the top
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Comin' clean and housin' your spot
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Hoes, they love me 'cause they say I'm crazy
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Since I'm runnin' 'round town, pluckin' them daisies
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Whip ya whole ass when I fuck her
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'Cause I'd rather a bitch who'll kneel down and pucker
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Luke put me down, and I come off
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Since I fucked your hoe, I'ma piss you off
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Fuck with Chinaman, and you die
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When my black bag open', gunshots run wild!
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Debonaire
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Well hey yo, I'm catchin' wreck
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Chillin' by the projects, money got the high-techs
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Goin' till the break o'dawn, never see bed
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Get red when I said, got gats plus the (???)
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Flip-time, better parlay in front o' me
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I'm goin' out and showin' out shots from the uzi
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Once again I'm here to buck the fate talk game
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Magazines get picked like shirt to bloodstains
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I'ma serve heat to the chumps who forget theyself
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I'm steppin' back from the crowd and then it's on
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I got the hand-skills for the county kid big man
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So, money-grip, better chill with the ill
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It's the Beatstreet, not the same Jay (?)
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Home Team boogie down in the house and it's on
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And ya don't stop, punk crews can't top this
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Bad land's in the house (?) I'm out to rock it, Beatstreet!
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Chorus
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Interval: Luke
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Yo, it ain't nothin' but a lil' freestyle thing to do! Home Team boogie in
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the house, Clayvosie, Clayvosie, Fresh Kid Ice, twice as nice, yo, check
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this out - Mike Fresh on the beats, Eddie mix' on the mix, yours truly,
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just swervin' and curvin' this thing. Yo, JT Money - tell these niggas
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'bout some of that Rufftown Behavior!
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Verse 4: JT Money
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Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitin'
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Pass the mic like Marino, I'll catch it like Mark Clayton
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Yeah, it's that nigga,
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JT in effect, and my dick's gotten a lil' bigger
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So I'm talkin' more shit in the Nine-Tre
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Fuck the police, 'cause motherfuckin' crime pays
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Peace to them hoes that suck dick
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If you don't, go get hit by a truck, bitch!
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I kicks the raw shit, not the flaw shit
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Pull out my 4-5th, niggas hit the floor quick
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Peace to Ram and my main man U-Y
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If I could sing I would shooby-dooby-doo
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While I might be rippin', nobody else is rippin'
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Peace to the homies, fuck them niggas that be trippin'
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Poison Clan niggas in the house, don't fuck around
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Peace! I'm out, comin' from Rufftown, nigga!
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Chorus
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Freestyle Joint
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