A 2nd Chance (feat Master P and Silkk The Shocker) - Silkk The Shocker

　　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 f**kin' way for me

　　Porbation for 10 years

　　Don't mean you're free

　　I know my TRU motherf**kin'

　　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 f**k 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 f**kin'

　　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

　　Back to reality

　　From the cradle to the grave

　　Just some youngsters on

　　The streets tryin' get paid

　　Back to life

　　Back to reality

　　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 third 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 Ugh

　　Back to life

　　Back to reality

　　From the cradle to the grave

　　Just 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 f**kin' 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

　　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

　　From the cradle to the grave

　　Back to life

　　Back to reality

　　From the cradle to the grave

　　Just some youngsters on

　　The streets tryin' get paid

　　Back to life

　　Back to reality

　　From the cradle to the grave

　　Just some youngsters on

　　The streets tryin' get paid