C-Murder Lyrics

Album: Life Or Death

A 2nd Chance Lyrics

[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker] 

[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' 

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 

(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 killers and G's 

the Last Don is known for slangin' and bangin' 

thug niggas 3rd ward Caliope 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 

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 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) 

(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