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luke - freestyle joint lyrics

(featuring clayvosie debonaire fresh kid ice jt money)

intro: luke

awwwwwwwww sh-t! ha ha yeah! luke records in the motherf-ckin’
house we gon’ freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo …
clayvosie in the motherf-ckin’ house!
home team in the mother motherf-ckin’ house!
j t a money money poi son clan in the motherf-ckin’ house!
-aak!- fresh kid ice in the motherf-ckin’ house!
fre sh kid ice in the motherf-ckin’, house,
-ak!-, clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like!

verse 1: clayvosie

‘vosie gettin’ busy in motherf-ckin’ ’93
freakin’ all the hoes and gettin’ plenty p-ssy
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 -ss over and i’ma f-ck you like a dirty hoe
you know i’m pimpin’ all hoes in the ’90s
the only place i want a b-tch to stand is behind me
’cause i’m cool like that, with my big–ss gat,
and my sawed-off pump in the back
for any n-gg- with beef in their f-ckin’ teeth,
wanna be like a player but you can’t compete
so i be f-ckin’ hoes, and f-ckin’ up n-gg-s
and still gettin’ paid, so watch me get bigger
brand new, on the scene with my n-gg- luke
>from the bottom, n-gg-s, so what you wanna do?

chorus(4x):
[“let’s take it to the stage, sucka!”]

verse 2: fresh kid ice

out of chinatown, b-tches on the d-ck
and i’m just rappin’ to a kid ice flick
from a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo
i’ll eat ya -ss up ’cause it’s time to rumble
’cause your b-tch is on the d-ck ’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 -ss when i f-ck her
’cause i’d rather a b-tch who’ll kneel down and pucker
luke put me down, and i come off
since i f-cked your hoe, i’ma p-ss you off
f-ck 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 n-gg-s
’bout some of that rufftown behavior!

verse 4: jt money

time to rip, money-grip, a n-gg- tired of waitin’
p-ss the mic like marino, i’ll catch it like mark clayton
yeah, it’s that n-gg-,
jt in effect, and my d-ck’s gotten a lil’ bigger
so i’m talkin’ more sh-t in the nine-tre
f-ck the police, ’cause motherf-ckin’ crime pays
peace to them hoes that suck d-ck
if you don’t, go get hit by a truck, b-tch!
i kicks the raw sh-t, not the flaw sh-t
pull out my 4-5th, n-gg-s h-t 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’, n-body else is rippin’
peace to the homies, f-ck them n-gg-s that be trippin’
poison clan n-gg-s in the house, don’t f-ck around
peace! i’m out, comin’ from rufftown, n-gg-!

chorus

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