2nd Hand Smoke
2Pac & Outlawz
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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 every day breathin' in secondhand 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
Every day breathin' secondhand smoke?
I'm like a ball of smoke, blown from a crack pipe
Into the hands of the streets, my
Father to be since the age of five
Real cold you gotta be just to stay alive
We the secondhand smoke of a fiend generation
Swear we will but they know we won't make it
Smokin' a cigarette, breathin' your last breath
Tastin' 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 rainin' with no umbrella
Life's like a dice game, you can throw whatever
And it might not be in your favor
And now your worst enemy becomes your neighbor
And that's life, everything happens twice
Breathin' secondhand smoke from my ancestors' pipes
God help us
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 every day breathin' in secondhand 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
Every day breathin' secondhand smoke?
The street star gave birth another nutty baby
Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy
On his own since he's sixteen, turnin' the block out
Sleep in the crack house, makin' his cash routes
Demon all inside this nigga, schemin' all inside this nigga
Cream was always on his mind, ain't for the same city, but that nine
Promised him a life of crime, but he
Ain't for the same city, but that nine
He was once a child of God, but he
Ain't for the same city, but that nine
Listen to me closely, I'ma tell you how it folds me
He's a victim of secondhand smoke and chokin'
Slowly 'cause he lonely 'cause his father ain't home
Became a victim of the gun smoke, he gone
Secondhand smoke
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 every day breathin' in secondhand 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
Every day breathin' secondhand smoke?
I'm all the way real and you can see it in my grill
And I can't chill, too much my blood done spill
I give you the deal just to see if you can feel
While cryin' for mines, I don't cheat and I don't steal
I'm 'bout a half a mil' from a half a mil'
And I'll 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 Rasta burn
So I'm concerned, youngsters, I'm still amongst ya
We grew up in the sewer, raised up in the dumpsters
Like we all suffer for somebody other
Born from my daddy to my baby mother
All my folks, all born with high hopes
Cryin', dyin' from secondhand smoke
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 every day breathin' in secondhand 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
Every day breathin' secondhand smoke?
Oh, secondhand smoke, it's no joke
Millions die every year 'cause the message ain't clear
Secondhand smoke, first to secondhand
You really gotta understand smoke ain't no joke
Secondhand smoke, secondhand smoke
Secondhand smoke