C-Murder, Mo B. Dick, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - A 2nd Chance lyrics

How many of my TRU niggas actually
Get a second chance at life
At their dreams? not many, huh

Started off as a street thug
Just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
Poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
Probation for 10 years don't mean you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas
Know how I feel this shit's real I wish my
Brother wouldn't of got killed
For me to realize the game is wicked
Shit can't even trust the niggas that
I used to hang with
Huh, but I remember what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
If you fuck with no limit
You never find nothin' funny
And I take it to the grave with me
If you shoot first bitch you better
Make sure you hit me
Cuz I'm known for choppin' keys
On my mom's table i split a hundred G's with
My niggas Kane and Abel
Fast money fast bitches is what I live for
Until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back
Bra
They thought I was dead but I'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no limit

Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality
(some younsters on the streets
Tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the
Streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality
(some younsters on the streets
Tryin' get paid)

Tattoo hennessy and weed
Grew up in the project with killers and G's
The Last Don is known
For slangin' and bangin'
Thug niggas 3rd wardCalio where we hangin'
Ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme
This game is life or death and
It's your soul or mine
We don't play no games boy
Just tryin' get paid
Hope I get rich before they dig my grave
So many penetentary chances feds and demons
So many homies in the ghetto
With their soul in strim
Thank god we trust ain't no man gone harm me
My best friend be my lady
Cuz these fools are fonies
Take heed I been beyond and back
I live my life through the lord, my homey
The greed and the back i said: (Ughhhhhhh)

Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality
(some younsters on the streets
Tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the
Streets tryin' get paid

You couldn't tell me nutin'
A little ghetto child runnin' wild
Shed tears trough years made it hard to smile
Imagine homies dieing while you're
Standin' right there
My reality's your worst nightmare
And now I'm trapped in the
Whole fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by
The hands of his best friend
You gotta know if you wanna live
There's rules to this shit
You can't break 'em if you wanna be rich
And when my homey died and didn't come back
I knew it was on nigga stressed god blessed
Got his name on a tombstone
Some of my friends go out before
Me and I walk that path
I spray paint your name on the wall
And I sit back and laugh
You gotta make decisions make
'em all with precision
Try to make moves and avoid prison
I remember the first time I
Laughed at the penetentary steel
When the told me spread lift the
Car I knew it was real
Now I was just out there
Tryin' gain some strength
Birds came to me one night told me
Silkk you gotta change your life
But it was all or nothin'
Could never settle for second
Gotta make the whole world feel my presence
(Ughhhhh)
I told my homey don't cry if I close my eyes
(but Silkk the Shocker you too young to die)

Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality
(some younsters on the streets
Tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the
Streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality
(some younsters on the streets
Tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the
Streets tryin' get paid