2nd Hand Smoke
Outlawz Lyrics


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[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

Overall Meaning

The song "2nd Hand Smoke" by Outlawz deals with the issue of tobacco addiction and its devastating consequences. The song's chorus warns that those who inhale smoke from cigarette smoke or any source of smoke will ultimately end up with severe health problems that can lead to death. The chorus works to call attention to their audience of the dangers of tobacco, and despite the convenience, the long-term effects could be deadly. The mood and tone of the song are urgent, and the lyrics are blunt.


In the first verse by Young Noble, he compares himself to a ball of smoke, blown from a crack pipe and into the hands of the streets. He talks about the hardships of growing up in a community where addiction is rampant and how difficult it is to survive. He also touches on the generational effects of tobacco use and the toll it takes on the body. In Napoleon's second verse, he sings about a boy who is a victim of the "second-hand smoke" lifestyle, with an absent father and an addicted mother. Napoleon explains how the boy's loneliness and lack of support led him to fall into a life of crime and ultimately lose his life to gun violence.


The song "2nd Hand Smoke" by Outlawz has a deep message and is a reflection of the challenges and realities of growing up in an environment where smoking and addiction are prevalent. The song is a warning to smokers about the risks involved when smoking, and it reflects the group's appreciation for life and an overall love for humankind. It shows that they care deeply about improving the lives of others, and this is the message that the song aims to convey.


Line by Line Meaning

You gon' croak
You will die


Suckin' up that smoke
Inhaling second hand smoke


Fuckin with them folks
Messing with the wrong people


You gon' choke
You will suffocate


Dog trust me
Believe me


It ain't no joke
It's a serious matter


You know a million people die everyday
A large number of people die daily


Breathin' in second hand smoke
Inhaling smoke from someone else's smoke source


I'm like a ball of smoke
I'm a product of drug use


Blown from a crackpipe
Created from drug abuse


Into the hands of the street
Became part of the environment


My.. father to be since the age of 5
Father was absent from an early age


Real cold you gotta be just to stay alive
You have to be tough to survive in harsh environments


We the second hand smoke of a fiend generation
We are a product of a past generation's drug use


Swear we will
Promise we'll succeed


But they know we won't make it
Others expect us to fail


Smoking a cigarette
Indulging in harmful habits


Breathin' ya last breath
Taking your final breath


Tasting my own death
Feeling the effects of my unhealthy lifestyle


Rest on my home steps
Dying at my own doorstep


And just vision all the karma and all the drama
Visualizing the consequences of my actions


Inherited the pain of a lost father
Suffering due to absent parents


Heavy black raining
Depressing situation


With no umbrella
Without help


Life's like a dice game
Life is unpredictable


You can throw whatever
You can try anything


And it might not be in your favor
It might not work out


And now ya worst enemy becomes ya neighbor
Your former enemy becomes close to you


And that's life
That's how things go sometimes


Everything happens twice
History repeats itself


Breathin' second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipes
Suffering the consequences of prior generations' actions


The streets dog gave birth
The environment created criminals


Another nutty baby
Another victim of the rough neighborhood


Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy
Growing up fatherless could affect one's mental health


On his own since he 16
Had to fend for himself since 16 years old


Turning the block out
Dominating his market


Sleep in the crack house
Living in an unhealthy environment


Making his cash routes
Earning a living


Fiendin' on the side
Struggling with addiction


This n***a scheming on the side
This person is up to no good


Cream is always on his mind
Money is his priority


Ain't been the same since he bought that .9
Changed since owning a gun


Promised him a life of crime
Encouraged to pursue a life of crime


But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9
Changed negatively since owning a gun


He was once a child of God
He was raised with religious values


But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9
Changed negatively since owning a gun


Listen to me closely
Pay attention


I'ma tell you how it roast me
I'll explain how it impacted me


He's a victim of second hand smoke and choking
He is suffering due to others' bad habits


It's only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home
He turned to negative influences due to absent father


Became a victim of the gunsmoke..... he gone (damn)
Died due to gun violence


I'm all the way real
I am honest


And you could see it in my grill
It's evident in my expression


And I can't chill
Can't relax


Too much my blood don' spilled
I have experienced too much trauma


I give you the deal
I'll explain the reality


Just to see if you can feel
To relate to the emotions


I grind for mines
Work hard for myself


I don't cheat and I don't steal
I have integrity


I'm about a half a mil from a half a mil
I am close to making a significant amount of money


And I'd still be this real without a rapper deal
I am genuine regardless of my career


And thus.... I fight a truck for a pot of luck
I struggle to make ends meet


And bite dust so my kids don't hurt this much
I am willing to sacrifice for my children's wellbeing


We come a long way
We have made progress


Still we got lots to learn
We have much to improve upon


We.... toss and turn like a roster burn
We struggle to find peace


So I'm concerned
I am worried


Youngster, I'm still amongst ya
I am still in the same environment


We grew up in the sewer
We had difficult upbringings


Raised up in the dumpsters
We were surrounded by poverty and violence


It's like we all suffer for somebody other
We experience consequences for others' actions


Born from my daddy to my baby mother
From my father to my child's mother


All my folks
My family and friends


All born with high hopes
Had aspirations


Crying.... dyin' from secondhand smoke
Suffering due to others' unhealthy habits


Did you know a million people die everyday
There's a high mortality rate


Breathin' secondhand smoke
Inhaling smoke from other people's habits




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: KATARI T. COX, MUTAH W. BEALE, RUFUS LEE COOPER

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Juan Cardona

My resurrection was to eternal coffee, donuts and cigarettes! Haters are just scared to go in the smoke banned us outlaws Peace ✌️

JustCallMe_shark

This joint got me going way back

John Barber

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Jay Johnson

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Miller Kevin

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John Barber

I'm playing this 4 my nabour who chain smokes and it comes into my place and I have babies in the house

Miller Kevin

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Jay Bostick

dam nob............. underratted

Miller Kevin

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