[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
