Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Uncle, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Hour Of Reprisal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
My Uncle |
| 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, bubblebaths, autographs |
| T-shirts, soon I’mma 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 |
| D.T.'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) |