told me that these streets touck ya Amazing, huh I just love it I still hear my grandma fussing I'm country cousin [Chorus] [Lil Pete] Lil Peezle Bone
down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe
[Intro: Joe Budden] Ladies and gentlemen! Frequency, I present The new fight club up in this bitch (Slaughterhouse) We go by the name of Slaughterhouse
From there to the bank, see the bank's down the block So now I'm close to home, I clock, I plot With popote He's my cousin and a wily one Though the
yo kids are disappearing, yo Late at night the light was bright on the ave I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev He told me Joe had a dream
no plexes, we way bigger than other men though The diamond deuces on tinted windows, we in the wind yo We 'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
ai vu ton frere calme, pose, il emmenageait, on s'est retrouves et on a bien dame. J'ai plus trop de nouvelles du reste de ta famille, ta soeur, ton cousin
wie St. Pauli schlagt den HSV * JA GENAU! Mit Geschick und Sachverstand leite ich den Drachenzuchter-Dachverband und den Sportclub, meine Gang ist fetter wie mein Cousin
Pauli schlagt den HSV * JA GENAU! Mit Geschick und Sachverstand leite ich den Drachenzuchter-Dachverband und den Sportclub, meine Gang ist fetter wie mein Cousin
St. Pauli schlägt den HSV * JA GENAU! Mit Geschick und Sachverstand leite ich den Drachenzüchter-Dachverband und den Sportclub, meine Gang ist fetter wie mein Cousin
the nights in Harlem Big sister had a group and they'd sit out on the stoop And Lordy could they harmonize My cousin Joe could blow just like the radio
the fuck off of my rooftop (Yeah, yeah, cousin? coming through your area, we're Non Prophets Sage Francis on the lyrics, Joe Beats on production and
and they used to sleep on us now they demand us Will smith told parents they just can't understand us back to playin the dozens back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
ain't sleeping I be rocking tonight like Batman and Robin It's a grind no lie, I aint up ont he fence No slumber I aint cuddling with the cousin of death
by my side His brother Marc and his cousin Bob They were both chased by huge mobs While Joe, he could only sing about the things Crazy women didn't bring Hey Joe
streets, me and you, we smoked On weed, wrapped in chocolate phillies Other freaks saw us and they went silly I remember ones name, her name was Billy The other was a cousin
gotta do... And I'm doin' it now because there'll never be a later Do what I gotta do... 'cause life's so hard with no paper Ever since my homie Joe
can't be any better But whatever happens to happen always happens for the worst And if the worst is yet to happen I hope it happens to you first So hello Joe