Non Phixion - Drug Music lyrics

What is the most important thing in-in Uncle Howie's life? Drugs... d** and music (Hook) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse One) Y'all valley of the dawgs, married to the moms f** carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chron Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert First role hospital nurse blow Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows Portable hard d** autoshotguns we got thugs Get my co*k s**ed by rock groupies and pop s*uts Weird chicks, with big titties and pierced lips Exotic dancers in love with Bill da f** you think Catch me at the barge whipping of the d** n drink Bloods n crips coke dealing thugs n pimps Under the influence of things I bring to drug music To shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed narcotics Its dialibolical, your like a crack head prostitute Without the loot, witness the music thats responsible (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse Two) Fighting a war inside my mind, im all lost the more i find The more I ride toward the skies, open wide rain warm You get ya brain torn, brain storm till the pain gone We gon unify the streets against the beast so get your gang on Hang on for life, o.d, relevant d** Herione buzz, my team some intelligent thugs Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor Like dance more me and my man's who*e snap y'all like ham haul Its like a jungle sometimes we life in gangland Brooklyn, criminals thieves thugs and hoodlums Cats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug route Then blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run out I'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peace But got guns for you cats who wanna see a cease beat I dont breathe right, my life dont seem right I dont see nights, and wont until my whole family eats right (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it (Verse Three) I cop this buick with the seats pulled out in the back ways I keep an ugly pack a villians like k**ers and crab gangs Some are religious fastness, some are hype, some others blastin Some are dead or in jail fathers or young ba*tards I pump the drug music, abuse beats I been through it S.P's and MPC's, OC's and QP's Coke rocks to M3's Get jerz to VP's Work our way up, we dont give a f** who gets stuck Getchu ate up, we saw the world layin the cut I coulda went to college, stay in bed with drug scholars Prayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n kicks Exotic chicks...tounge pierced blow with the p**y flicks Like click click, the papparattzi trippin off six Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clip Like I'm in vegas with a trunk a coke Up in ya projects and ya never know I'm sellin soap Smellin the dope Hold the pope in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptop Jumped in the whip, skidded to the neighbor's crack spot (Hook 4X) "My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep {*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it