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letra de my uncle - ill bill

my uncle shoots heroin,
my father used to do cocaine,
my mom’s used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
b-mmen for piece’s like,
f-cken for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh-t,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f-ckin’ head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the name’a this song yo,
my uncle shoot’s heroin,
bathroom floor found a seringe,
when i was on the howie tour,
howie went out on a binge,
this snake b-tch i was f-ckin’ even took him to cop,
a month later he was on the floor lookin’ for rock,
mr f-ggot check republic,
walked in the path,
of howie lyin’ in his own puke,
die’en from crack,
cocaine poisoning,
he shot the heroin since 14,
february 2003 he was clean,
i helped him out he kicked crack, dope an meth,
hosted show’s, free clothes,
bubble bath’s, autograph’s,
t-shirt’s, soon im’a make a howie action figure,
before his latest relapse,
im glad i captured picture’s,
i love howie,
homie used to change my diaper’s,
to save him i’d a jumped in front of spray from sniper’s,
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 mom’s used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
b-mmen for piece’s like,
f-cken for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh-t,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f-ckin’ head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the name’a this song yo,
my uncle shoot’s heroin,
he used to live at my crib,
sleep on my couch,
smoken’ newport,
wore hunchs, gave me comic books,
bought me my 1st b-ss guitar,
learnt from my grandma how to tell you the future with cards,
watch the sci-fi channel,
high off’a methadone,
more addictive than anything injected in the arm,
dt’s 5 in the mornin,
waken my mom’s,
got a search warrent,
for howie but tellen them he was gone,
roamin’ the streets,
he was a super hero to me,
when i was 5 i used to pick the seed’s out of his weed,
nodded out burnin cigarette hole’s in his sheet’s,
wake up an eat a box of captain crunch an go back to sleep,
he was a crackhead to,
he might still be,
a walkin’ relapse,
that motherf-cker’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 mom’s used to smoke weed with her freinds when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
b-mmen for piece’s like,
f-cken for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh-t,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f-ckin’ head through the wall,
this is drug music,
stuck with a seringe in ya arm,
im the truth like the name’a this song yo,
my uncle shoot’s…

- ill bill

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