ILL BILL, Uncle Howie - My Uncle lyrics
[ILL BILL, Uncle Howie - My Uncle lyrics]
My life is i'm dependent
I can't help it i started
At a young age, I'm too dependent on it
You know? Drugs
And music get me where I wanna go now but
I gotta make the money for it, and
It's not that easy, nowadays
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song
Yo my uncle shoots heroin
Bathroom floor, found a syringe
When I was on the Hiero Tour
Howie went out on a binge
The snake bitch I was fucking
Even took him to cop a month later he was on
The floor looking for rock
Missed a flight to Czech Republic
Walked in the path
Of Howie lying in his own puke
Dying from crack cocaine poisoning
He shot the heroin since fourteen
February 2003, he was clean
I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope
And meth
Hosted shows, free clothes, bubble baths
Autographs t-shirts, soon I'm a make
A Howie action figure
Before his latest relapse
I'm glad I captured pictures
I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
To save him I'd have jumped in
Front of spray from snipers
But this is just something that he's
Gotta do on his own
I try to get through to him with this song
Yo
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song, yo
My uncle shoots heroin
He used to live in my crib
Sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's
Gave me comic books
Bought me my first bass guitar
Learned from my grandma how to tell
You the future with cards
Watch the Sci-Fi Channel high
Off of methadone
More addictive than anything injected
In the arm
DT's five in the morning, waking my moms
Got a search warrant but
Howie Tenenbaum is gone
Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
When I was five
I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
Nodding out
Burning cigarette holes in his sheets
Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch
Then go back to sleep
He was a crackhead too, he might still be
A walking relapse
That motherfucker's still on the street
You tell him right, he goes left
Show him right, he does wrong
I hope I get through to him with this song
Yo
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song, yo
My uncle shoots (my uncle shoots)
I can't help it i started
At a young age, I'm too dependent on it
You know? Drugs
And music get me where I wanna go now but
I gotta make the money for it, and
It's not that easy, nowadays
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song
Yo my uncle shoots heroin
Bathroom floor, found a syringe
When I was on the Hiero Tour
Howie went out on a binge
The snake bitch I was fucking
Even took him to cop a month later he was on
The floor looking for rock
Missed a flight to Czech Republic
Walked in the path
Of Howie lying in his own puke
Dying from crack cocaine poisoning
He shot the heroin since fourteen
February 2003, he was clean
I helped him out, he kicked crack, dope
And meth
Hosted shows, free clothes, bubble baths
Autographs t-shirts, soon I'm a make
A Howie action figure
Before his latest relapse
I'm glad I captured pictures
I love Howie, homie used to change my diapers
To save him I'd have jumped in
Front of spray from snipers
But this is just something that he's
Gotta do on his own
I try to get through to him with this song
Yo
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song, yo
My uncle shoots heroin
He used to live in my crib
Sleep on my couch smoking Newport 100's
Gave me comic books
Bought me my first bass guitar
Learned from my grandma how to tell
You the future with cards
Watch the Sci-Fi Channel high
Off of methadone
More addictive than anything injected
In the arm
DT's five in the morning, waking my moms
Got a search warrant but
Howie Tenenbaum is gone
Roaming the streets, he was a superhero to me
When I was five
I used to pick the seeds out of his weed
Nodding out
Burning cigarette holes in his sheets
Wake up and eat a box of Captain Crunch
Then go back to sleep
He was a crackhead too, he might still be
A walking relapse
That motherfucker's still on the street
You tell him right, he goes left
Show him right, he does wrong
I hope I get through to him with this song
Yo
My uncle shoots heroin
My father used to do cocaine
My moms used to smoke weed with
Her friends when I was eight
Smoked weed when I was twelve
Sold weed at fourteen
Bombing for peace is like
Fucking for virginity
Conscious rap is bullshit
Gangster rap is a fraud this is real rap
Bang your fucking head through the wall
This is drug music
Stuck with a syringe in your arm
I'm the truth like the name of the song, yo
My uncle shoots (my uncle shoots)