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