Penitentiary Chances - Jim Jones feat Hell Rell
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my n_gga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale... f_ck the police
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpin
I had to turn my fone off too many birds chirpin
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Yea, sh_t on these n_ggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, n_gga
Yea you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You f_ckin wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man
[Bridge: Jim Jones]
Now is these n_ggaz some killers like us
No
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no
Is my set good
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
Is my threat good
Yes, yes, yes
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Since you've been home they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy
N_ggaz start snitchin they Sammy the Bullin
Til my n_ggaz start grippin these hammers and pull 'em
That's when these n_ggaz start switchin turnin Islamic and Muslim
Cause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Sh_t, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from f_ckin New York
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Who them n_ggaz paintin the town red
Dip-Set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd-Gang
Who them n_ggaz gettin that money man
Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set
Who them n_ggaz leave wit ya b_tch n_gga
Byrd-Gang
Who them n_ggaz squeezin at b_tch n_ggaz
Dip-Set
Who them n_ggaz that gotta get rich n_gga
Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang
[Bridge 2: Jim Jones]
Now do these n_ggaz be bangin like me
No
They say they G is they gangstas like me
No, no, no
Is my guns good
Yes
Is my ones good
Yes
Do we run hoods
Yes, yes, yes
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
My pistol game been tight
Since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin that caine for a price
Fiends goin crazy, hittin that caine thru the pipe
N_ggaz that bang to the right
I'm jus sayin this is life
So we adore and survive
Cause thru this war we gon ride wit two 4'z on our side
Sh_t, man I'm riskin it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Who them n_ggaz paintin the town red
Dip-Set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd-Gang
Who them n_ggaz gettin that money man
Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set
Who them n_ggaz leave wit ya b_tch n_gga
Byrd-Gang
Who them n_ggaz squeezin at b_tch n_ggaz
Dip-Set
Who them n_ggaz that gotta get rich n_gga
Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang
[Verse 4: Hell Rell]
These n_ggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these b_tches pokin holes in the condom tryna get my seed
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a b_tch I need
The beamer shinin on B.B.'z, n_ggaz tryin to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C
These n_ggaz washed up callin it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my d_ck
I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the d_ck
I only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin like the mess hall
[Bridge: Hell Rell then Jim Jones]
Now is these n_ggaz more liver than me
No
He kinda hot but is he spittin more fire than me
No, no, no, no
Is my dope good
Yes
Is my coke good
Yes
Am I so hood
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Now is these n_ggaz some killas like us
No
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no
Is my set good
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
Is my threat good
Yes, yes, yes
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