Freestyle Joint Lyrics

Freestyle Joint

(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