Текст песни C-Murder f Master P, Silkk The Shocker - A 2nd Chance
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[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 throw base for years don`t mean you`re freeI know my TRU motherfuckin` niggas know how I feelthis shit`s real I wish my brother wouldn`t of got killedfor me to realize the game is wicked shit can`t even trust the niggas that I used to hang withhuh, but I remember what my brother told meI know a real bitch by the way she hold meI love my TRU niggas like I love moneyif you fuck with no limit you never find nothin` funnyand I take it to the grave with me if you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit mecuz I`m known for choppin` keys on my mom`s tableI split a hundred G`s with my niggas Kane and Abelfast money fast bitches is what I live foruntil I caught a fuckin` bullet in the back, brathey thought I was dead but I`m still in itI`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 paidBack 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`sthe Last Don is known for slangin` and bangin`thug niggas 3rd ward Cali know where we hangin`ghetto`s soliders mercenary we rhyme this game is life or death and its your soul or minewe don`t play no games boy just tryin` get paid hope I get rich before they dig my graveso many penetentary chances feds and demonsso many homies in the ghetto with their soul in strimthank god we trust ain`t no man gone harm memy best friend be my lady cuz these fools are foniestake heed I been beyond and back I live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the backI 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 smileimagine homies dieing while you`re standin` right theremy 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 friendyou gotta know if you wanna live there`s rules to this shityou can`t break `em if you wanna be richand when my homey died and didn`t come backI 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 pathI spray paint your name on the wall and I sit back and laughyou 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 steelwhen the told me spread lift the car I knew it was realnow 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 paidBack 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