2nd Hand Smoke Free your mind I represent the east side no peace fuck the police We tell you you increase the diceased atleast A grown man tellin ya somethin that he beleive Practice to deceive no more tricks up my sleeve What tha fuck bitch sup bitch? why ya talkin shit Better duck bitch, before ya dome get hit The shit is twiztid deeper then that old french braid Sticker then jam and jelly fed Everybody else still talkin about somethin What you thought you heard bitch can it cuz your frontin Dead wrong, dinner table conversation Leavin you pistol whipped in the corner with abration Part of this contamination of mind state Sleepin on a dream hopin it's goin now awake Mamma think I'm a play on type serial killa Who knew bottom of mind like godzilla We survived like catapillers in cacoons and caskets Stretch stickin history like elastic, so fantastic Like the newport cigarrette that I smoke Hit tha muthafucka till I choke I'm grabbin my balls about nothin death diein and hoe fuckin So understand that he's sayin somethin Never be heard I'm underground with tha dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time Like a motha fucka, leavin you hangin in the forest Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Check the chorus second hand smoke when you breathe Remember when I told you I wish to leave? You would leave on the Monoxide Child and wild Travel the world on nine cloud screamin loud Free your mind Breath it in, second hand smoke you Lonely bitches wanna shut me down pull the plugs on the microphone Take no individual handle Mr. Bone Tokers think they own yours or they dead broke If they all turn this motha fucka up in mad stoned Cuz we stronger then bitch ass tickets in fast lane Rollin at a fast pace, paid my arm's race Lookin dazed in the face and I don't even shut up If my women starts cheatin mothafuckup Bitch I'm out for self, green weed fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams and put that shit back on the shelf Cuz we rollin, and everybody faught for somethin Cigarrette lighters power window's wood grain motion Take a carton with these, blowin trees lookin chinese Hopin that tha cops aint tellin me Tryin to fire at the glass house Nigga pass tha blunt before you pass out Pushin hub caps, chosen the hoods so fuck that We heard the shit, and the shit is all whack I'm gonna need to pack cuz we move when it's dark at night Believe the rumors, cuz they probably all right On the sideline consealed weapons and drug trains Baracaiden the doors for the rain, and in the shade With tha sawed off double barrel pump Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump Cuz I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a madman My trigger fingers turnin somethin to say Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke No destruction and trama, you can even see tha drama I get the persona for marijuana At night, I lay stressed with no place to go All by my lonely screamin out, FUCK THAT HOE So from I learned to smell Playa hate me cuz I smoke burn in hell This shit ain't for everybody, I live to severe body So mellon colly, sucicide is just a folly and I'm out Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke