A 2nd Chance

How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second chance at lifeAt their dreams? not many, huhStarted off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'89 went to jail for druggin' and mugginPoppa please ain't no fuckin' way for meThrow base for years don't mean you're freeI know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feelThis shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killedFor me to realize the game is wickedShit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang withHuh, but I remember what my brother told meI know a real bitch by the way she hold meI love my TRU niggas like I love moneyIf you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funnyAnd I take it to the grave with meIf you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit meCuz I'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's tableI split a hundred G's with my niggas Kane and AbelFast money fast bitches is what I live forUntil I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, braThey thought I was dead but I'm still in itI'm back to life back on top ain't no limit(Chorus)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 graveThere's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paidBack to life (from the cradle to the grave)Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)[Master P]Tattoo hennessy and weedGrew up in the project with killers and G'sThe Last Don is known for slangin' and banginThug niggas 3rd ward Cali know where we hanginGhetto's soliders mercenary we rhymeThis game is life or death and its your soul or mineWe don't play no games boy just tryin' get paidHope I get rich before they dig my graveSo many penetentary chances feds and demonsSo many homies in the ghetto with their soul in strimThank god we trust ain't no man gone harm meMy best friend be my lady cuz these fools are foniesTake heed I been beyond and backI live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the backI said: (Ughhhhhhh)(Chorus)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 graveThere's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid[Silkk the Shocker]You couldn't tell me nutinA little ghetto child runnin' wildShed tears trough years made it hard to smileImagine homies dieing while you're standin' right thereMy reality's your worst nightmareAnd now I'm trapped in the whole fuckin' world of sinKill or be killed hit down by the hands of his best friendYou gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to this shitYou can't break 'em if you wanna be richAnd when my homey died and didn't come backI knew it was on nigga stressed god blessedGot his name on a tombstoneSome of my friends go out before me and I walk that pathI spray paint your name on the wall and I sit back and laughYou gotta make decisions make 'em all with precisionTry to make moves and avoid prisonI remember the first time I laughed at the penetentary steelWhen the told me spread lift the car I knew it was realNow I was just out there tryin' gain some strengthBirds came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your lifeBut it was all or nothin' could never settle for secondGotta 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)(Chorus)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 graveThere's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paidBack to life (from the cradle to the grave)Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)From the cradle to the graveThere's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid