C-murder - A 2nd Chance lyrics

[c-murder] How many of my tru n***as 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 f**in' way for me Throw base for years don't mean you're free I know my tru motherf**in' n***as know how i feel This sh**'s real i wish my brother wouldn't of got k**ed For me to realize the game is wicked sh** can't even trust the n***as that i used to hang with Huh, but i remember what my brother told me I know a real b**h by the way she hold me I love my tru n***as like i love money If you f** with no limit you never find nothin' funny And i take it to the grave with me If you shoot first b**h 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 n***as kane and abel Fast money fast b**hes is what i live for Until i caught a f**in' 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 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) [master p] Tattoo hennessy and weed Grew up in the project with k**ers and g's The last don is known for slangin' and bangin' Thug n***as 3rd ward cali know where we hangin' Ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme This game is life or d**h 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 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) (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 There's 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 f**in' world of sin k** or be k**ed hit down by the hands of his best friend You gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to this sh** 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 n***a 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) (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 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