My Uncle shoots h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for piece's like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in' 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 h**n,
bathroom floor found a seringe,
when i was on the howie tour,
howie went out on a binge,
this snake b**h i was f**in' even took him to cop,
a month later he was on the floor lookin' for rock,
mr f*ggot czech republic,
walked in the path,
of howie lyin' in his own puke,
die'en from crack,
c**aine poisoning,
he shot the h**n 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 h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my mom's used to smoke weed with her friends when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for piece's like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in' 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 h**n,
he used to live at my crib,
sleep on my couch,
smoken' newport,
wore hunchs, gave me comic books,
bought me my 1st ba** 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**er'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 h**n,
my father used to do c**aine,
my mom's used to smoke weed with her freinds when i was 8,
smoke weed when i was 12,
sold weed at 14,
bummen for piece's like,
f**en for virginity,
concious rap is bullsh**,
gangster rap is a fraud,
this is real rap,
bang your f**in' 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...