Non Phixion - Drug Music Lyrics
What is the most important thing in-in Uncle Howie's life?Drugs... drugs 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***** carry at the proms sabotage your god with the chronCall my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black HelicoptersSmash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concertFirst role hospital nurse blowLife is good in the hood and when I skis it snowsPortable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugsGet my ***** sucked by rock groupies and pop slutsWeird chicks, with big titties and pierced lipsExotic dancers in love with Bill da ***** you thinkCatch me at the barge whipping of the drugs n drinkBloods n crips coke dealing thugs n pimpsUnder the influence of things I bring to drug musicTo shootin you up, and dope you with decomposed narcoticsIts dialibolical, your like a crack head prostituteWithout 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 findThe more I ride toward the skies, open wide rain warmYou get ya brain torn, brain storm till the pain goneWe gon unify the streets against the beast so get your gang onHang on for life, o.d, relevant drugsHerione buzz, my team some intelligent thugsY'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floorLike dance more me and my man's whore snap y'all like ham haulIts like a jungle sometimes we life in ganglandBrooklyn, criminals thieves thugs and hoodlumsCats'll pull they gun out, take over ya drug routeThen blow off ya legs n feet n order you to run outI'm in a three piece on the streets like peace peaceBut got guns for you cats who wanna see a cease beatI dont breathe right, my life dont seem rightI 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 waysI keep an ugly pack a villians like killers and crab gangsSome are religious fastness, some are hype, some others blastinSome are dead or in jail fathers or young bastardsI pump the drug music, abuse beats I been through itS.P's and MPC's, OC's and QP'sCoke rocks to M3's Get jerz to VP'sWork our way up, we dont give a ***** who gets stuckGetchu ate up, we saw the world layin the cutI coulda went to college, stay in bed with drug scholarsPrayin for bricks, fancy whips plants n kicksExotic chicks...tounge pierced blow with the ***** flicksLike click click, the papparattzi trippin off sixRipping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clipLike I'm in vegas with a trunk a cokeUp in ya projects and ya never know I'm sellin soapSmellin the dopeHold the pope in Brooklyn how we took his wallet plus his laptopJumped 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
