A 2nd Chance Lyrics

A 2nd Chance lyrics

[C-Murder]

 

 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' 

 poppin plea's ain't no fuckin' way for me 

 porbation 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

 

 (Chorus)

 Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)

 Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

 from the cradle to the grave 

 just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid

 Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)

 Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

 

 [Master P]

 

 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 ward Cali know where we hangin'

 ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme 

 this game is life or death and its 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

 in 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)

  

 (Chorus)

 Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)

 Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

 from the cradle to the grave 

 just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid

 

 [Silkk the Shocker]

 

 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 prayers go out to my homies that walked 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)

 

 (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 grave 

 just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid

 Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)

 Back to reality (just some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

 from the cradle to the grave 

 just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid