Wild In The Streets Hard Rock

[Intro with Uncle Howie and ILL Bill] What is the most important thing in-in Uncle Howie's life? Drugs... drugs and music [Hook x4] My drug music, therapeutic to the user Non Phixion - slam dance to it [Verse 1: ILL Bill] Y'all Valley of the Dolls, Married To The Mob Fuck Carrie at the proms sabotage your God with the kronz Call my dusk wildin, the rap Dennis Hopper, Black Helicopters Smash the teleprompter, blast in front the Black Sabbath concert First row hospital nurse blow Life is good in the hood and when I skis, it snows Portable hard drugs, auto-shotguns, we got thugs Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts Weird chicks with big titties and pierced clits Exotic dancers in love with Bill, the fuck you think? Catch me at the bar tripping off of drugs and drinks Bloods and Crips, coke dealers, thugs and pimps Under the influence of things, I bring the drug music To shooting you up with dope, beautifully composed narcotics It's diabolical, you're like a crackhead prostitute Without the loot, witness the music that's responsible [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Sabac Red] I'm fighting a war inside my mind The more I've lost, the more I find The mortified towards the skies, open wide, rain warm We leave your brain torn, brainstorm, till the pain gone We gonna unify the streets against the beast, so get your gang on Hang on for life OD, relevant drugs Heroin buzz, my team some intelligent thugs Y'all fear emotion, my crew pack the dance floor Like dance more, me and my man's whore, slap y'all like handball It's like a jungle sometimes, we life in gangland Brooklyn, criminals, thieves, thugs and hoodlums Cats'll pull they gun out, take over your drug route Then blow off your legs and feet and 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 ceased beef I don't breathe right, my life don't seem right I don't sleep nights, and won't till my whole family eats right [Hook x4] I cop this Buick with the seats pulled out in the back ways I keep an ugly pack of villains like killers at craps games Some are religious fasters, some are hype, some others blasters Some are dead or in-jail fathers or young bastards I pump the drug music, abuse beats, I been through it SP's and MPC's, OZ's and QP's Coke rocks to M3's, get yours to VP's Work our way up, we don't give a fuck who gets stuck Getcha ate up, we saw the world laying the cut I could a went to college, stayed in bed with drug scholars Praying for bricks, fancy whips, plants and kicks Exotic chicks, tongue pierced play with the pussy clits Like click-click, the paparazzi tripping off six Ripping off kids, the shorty cat who whips with the clip Like I'm in Vegas with a trunk of coke Up in your projects and you never know I'm selling soap, smelling the dope Hold the pope in Brooklyn, Howie took his wallet plus his laptop Jumped in the whip, skidded to the nearest crack spot [Hook x4]