[Chorus: Kastro]

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)



[Chorus: Kastro]

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



[Chorus: Kastro]

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



[Chorus: Kastro]

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