A 2nd Chance (feat. Master P & Silkk the Shocker)

Started off as a street thug

Just hangin' and thuggin'

'89, I went to jail

For druggin' and muggin'

Papa please, ain't no motherfuckin' way for me

Probation for ten years don't mean you're free

I know my true motherfuckin' **** know

How I feel

This shit's real

I wish my brother wouldn't a got killed

For me to realize the game is weak as shit

Can't even trust the **** I used to hang with

Huh, but I remember what my brothers told me

I know a real bitch, by the way she hold me

I love my true **** 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

'Cause I'm known for choppin' keys on my Mom's table

I split a hundred Gs with my **** Cain and Abel

Fast money, fast bitches, what I live for

Until I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bruh

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

From the cradle to the grave

Back to reality

Some youngin's on the street, tryna get paid

From the cradle to the grave

Just some youngin's on the streets, tryna get paid

Back to life

From the cradle to the grave

Back to reality

Just some youngin's on the streets, tryna get paid

Tattoos, Hennessy, and weed

Grew up in the projects with killers and G's

The Last Don is known for slangin' and bangin'

Thug ****, Third Ward Cali', that where we hangin'

Ghetto soldiers, mercenary with rhymes

This game is life or death

And it's your soul or mine

Don't play no games, boy, just tryna get paid

Hope I get rich before they dig my grave

So many penitentiary chances, feds and demons

So many homies in the ghetto with their souls are screamin'

Thank God, we trust ain't no man gon' harm us

My best friend be my lady 'cause these fools are phonies

So take heed, I been beyond and back

I live my life through the Lord, my homie, the greed and the back

I said, uh

Back to life

From the cradle to the grave

Back to reality

Some youngin's on the street, tryna get paid

From the cradle to the grave

Just some youngin's on the streets, tryna get paid

You couldn't tell me nothin'

A little ghetto child runnin' wild

Shed tears through years, made it hard to smile

Imagine your homie dyin', 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 homie died and didn't come back

I knew it was on

**** 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 penitentiary steel

But when they told me spread, lift and cough, I knew it was real

No I was just out there tryna gain some strikes

Birds came to me one night, told me Silkk, you gotta change your life

But it was all or nothing, could never settle for second

Gotta make the whole world feel my presence

(Uh)

I told my homie don't cry, if I close my eyes

But Silkk the Shocker, you too young to die

Back to life

From the cradle to the grave

Back to reality

Some youngin's on the street, tryna get paid

From the cradle to the grave

Just some youngin's on the street, tryna get paid

Back to life

From the cradle to the grave

Back to reality

Just some youngin's on the streets, tryna get paid

From the cradle to the grave

Just some youngin's on the streets, tryna get paid