Artist: Outlawz
Song:   2nd Hand Smoke
Album:  Novakane
Transcribed by: thaq@2pacsworld.de


[Chorus - Kastro]
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people who die everyday breathin' in second hand smoke

You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people who die everyday breathin' second hand smoke

[Young Noble]
I'm like a ball of smoke
Blown from a crackpipe 
Into the hand of the streetz, my
Father to be since the age of five
Real cold you got to be just to stay alive
We the 2nd hand 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 homesteps
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 favour
And now your worst enemy becomes you neighbor 
And that's life, anything happens twice
Breathin' second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipe


[Chorus - Kastro]
God help us
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people who die everyday breathin' in second hand smoke

You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people who die everyday breathin' second hand smoke

[Napoleon]
The streetz dogg gave birth, another nutty baby
Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy
On his own since he's 16, turnin' the block out
Sleep in the crackhouse, makin' his cash routes
Fiedin' on the side this nigga schemin' on the side this nigga
Cream is alway 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 chokin'
It's only cuz he lonely cuz his father ain't home
Became a victim of the gunsmoke - he gone...
Second hand smoke


[Chorus - Kastro]
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people who die everyday breathin' in second hand smoke

You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people who die everyday breathin' second hand smoke

[Kastro]
I'm all the way real and you can see it in my grill
And I can't chill, too much my blood done 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 bout a half mill form a half a mill
And I still be that real without a rapper deal
'n' 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 rosterburn
So I'm concernd, youngsters - 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... ohhh


[Chorus - Kastro]
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people who die everyday breathin' in second hand smoke

You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin' wit' them folks 
You gon' choke, dogg trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people who die everyday breathin' second hand smoke