Second Hand Smoke Lyrics

Second Hand Smoke lyrics

"FREE YOUR MIND!"



[Jamie Maddrox]

I represent the eastside no
peace.

Fuck the police.

We tell you to increase in diease.

At
least, a grown man tellin ya somethin that he believes.

Practicin the
decieve no more tricks up my sleeve.

What the fuck bitch.

What
bitch!

Why you talkin shit.

Betta duck bitch before you gonna get
hit.

This shit is twiztid deeper than that ol' french braid.

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Kick it!



[Monoxide Child]

Everybody else still talkin bout
somethin.

What you thought you heard bitch can it cause your frontin.

Dead wrong.

Dinner table conversations.

Leavin you pistol whipped
in the corner wit abbrations.

Part of the contamination of mindstate.

Sleepin in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.

Mama think im a play on
type of serial killa.

Fruit loop outta my mind like godzilla.

We
survive like catapilla's.

And cocoons and caskets.

Stretchin the
industry like elastic.

Southern ?tatics?

Like the newport cigerette
that I smoke.

Hit the motha fucka till I choke.

I brag and both
about nothin.

Death, die and ho's fuckin.

So understand that he's
sayin somethin.

Never be heard im underground.

With the dirt and
grime.

Slashing hands be my reason for rhymes.

Im long time like a
motha fucka.

Leavin ya hangin in the chorus.

Standin in some
comfretable shit like Chuck Norris.

Check the chorus, second hand smoke
when you bleed.

Remember when I told you to always believe.

You
relieve outta monoxide child a while.

Travel the world on 9 clouds,
screamin loud!



[Chorus 2x]

Free your mind! Breath it in
Second Hand Smoke!



[Jamie Maddrox]

You homey bitches wanna
shut me down.

Pull the plugs on the microphones, hatin on an
individual.

Handle Mr. Bones.

Choke this niggas ?hate own? or they
dead blown.

If they are turn this motha fucka up and mash on.

As we
blast on bitch ass niggas at a fast rate.

Growin at a fast pace. 

Change my heart rate.

Lookin death in the face and I dont even
shutter.

If my women starts cheatin, motha fuck her up, bitch!

Im
off a ?shelve? Green weed, fame and wealth.

So take your ho's and dreams
and put that shit back up on the shelve.

Cause we rollin ??

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Takin ?? with these. Growin trees.

Lookin chinese. 

Hopin that
the cops aint tellin me.

Tryin ??? house.

Nigga pass the blunt
before you pass out.

Cause now its on.

Pushin hubcats.

Patrollin the hood, so fuck that.

Heard this shit and this shit is all
wack.

Plannin me a attack cause we move when its dark at night.

Believe the rumors cause they probally all right.

On a side like
concealed weapons and drug trades.

Barricade the doors for the raid.

And in the shade.

With the sawed off double barrel pump.

Lookin
for motha fuckas that wanna jump.

Cause I got thirteen bullets in my
pocket Im a madman.

My trigger finger turnin suckas to sand.



[Chorus 2x]



[Monoxide Child]

No destruction and head
trauma.

You cant even see the drama.

I get the personna from
marijuana.

At night.

I lay stress with no place to go.

All by
my lonely.

Screamin now fuck that chump.

So go ahead and talk
junk.

I love the smell.

Player hate me cause I smoke burn in
hell.

This shit aint for everybody.

I live to severe bodies.

So meloncholy is just a foley.

And im out!



[Chorus 8x]