Penitentiary Chances

[Intro: Jim Jones] Rell fresh home How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now All my soldiers behind the G Wall Inhale, exhale... fuck 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, shit on these niggas 'til I sit wit the Lord I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga Yea you spotted man, now you red dotted man You fuckin wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man [Bridge: Jim Jones] Now is these niggas 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 Niggas start snitchin they Sammy the Bullin Til my niggas start grippin these hammers and pull 'em That's when these niggas start switchin turnin Islamic and Muslim Cause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlums Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin New York [Chorus: Jim Jones] Who them niggas paintin the town red Dip-Set Banks stop and we lay down bets Byrd-Gang Who them niggas gettin that money man Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga Byrd-Gang Who them niggas squeezin at bitch niggas Dip-Set Who them niggas that gotta get rich nigga Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang [Bridge 2: Jim Jones] Now do these niggas 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 Niggas 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 Shit, man I'm riskin it all Cause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball [Chorus: Jim Jones] Who them niggas paintin the town red Dip-Set Banks stop and we lay down bets Byrd-Gang Who them niggas gettin that money man Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga Byrd-Gang Who them niggas squeezin at bitch niggas Dip-Set Who them niggas that gotta get rich nigga Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang [Verse 4: Hell Rell] These niggas want me to slow down and switch my speed And these bitches 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 bitch I need The beamer shinin on B.B.'z, niggas tryin to be me You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C These niggas washed up callin it quits It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick I got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the dick 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 niggas 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 niggas 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