[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