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 


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