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Artist:

C Murder

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Album:

Life Or Death

Track:

A 2nd Chance

Date Added:

18/10/2007

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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

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