Outlawz – 2nd Hand Smoke lyrics

[Kastro

- Chorus] You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke You
know a million people die everyday Breathin'
in second hand smoke You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke Did
you know a million people die everyday Breathin'
second hand smoke [Young

Noble] I'm
like a ball of smoke Blown
from a crackpipe Into
the hands of the street My
father.. to be since the age of 5 Real
cold you gotta be just to stay alive We
the second hand smoke of a fiend generation Swear
we will But
they know we won't make it Smoking
a ciggarete Breathin'
ya last breath Tasting
my own death Rest
on my home steps And
just vision all the karma and all the drama Inherited
the pain of a lost father Heavy
black raining With
no umbrella Life's
like a dice game You
can throw whatever And
it might not be in your favor And
now ya worst enemy becomes ya neighbor And
that's life Everything
happens twice Breathin'
second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipes (God
help us) [Kastro

- Chorus] Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke You
know a million people die everyday Breathin'
in second hand smoke You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke Did
you know a million people die everyday Breathin'
second hand smoke [Napoleon]

The
streets dog gave birth Another
nutty baby Plus
the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy On
his own since he 16 Turning
the block out Sleep
in the crack house Making
his cash routes Fiendin'
on the side This
nigga scheming on the side This
nigga Cream....
is always on his mind Ain't
been the same since he bought that 9 .Promised
him a life of crime But
he ain't been the same since he bought that 9 .He
was once a child of god But
he ain't been the same since he bought that 9 .Listen
to me closely I'ma
tell you how it roast me He's
a victim of second hand smoke and choking It's
only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home Became
a victim of the gunsmoke he..... gone (damn) Second
hand smoke [Kastro

- Chorus] Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke You
know a million people die everyday Breathin'
in second hand smoke You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke Did
you know a million people die everyday Breathin'
second hand smoke [Kastro]

I'm
all the way real And
you could see it in my grill And
I can't chill Too
much my blood don' spilled I
give you the deal Just
to see if you can feel I
grind for mines I
don't cheat and I don't steal I'm
about a half a mil from a half a mil And
I'd still be this real without a rapper deal And
thus I.... fight a truck for a pot of luck And
bite dust so my kids don't hurt this much We
come a long way Still
we got lots to learn We
toss.... and turn like a roster burn So
I'm concerned Youngster
I'm, still amongst ya We
grew up in the sewer Raised
up in the dumpsters It's
like we all suffer for somebody other Born
from my daddy to my baby mother All
my folks All
born with high hopes Crying
dying.... from second hand smoke [Kastro

- Chorus] You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke Did
ou know a million people die everyday Breathin'
second hand smoke You
gon' croak Suckin'
up that smoke Fuckin
with them folks You
gon' choke Dog
trust me It
ain't no joke Did
you know a million people die everyday Breathin'
second hand smoke