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 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 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
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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