Penitentiary Chances

[Intro: Jim Jones]<br>Rell fresh home<br>How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga<br>Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now<br>All my soldiers behind the G Wall<br>Inhale, exhale... fuck the police<br><br>[Verse 1: Hell Rell]<br>I`m up early on the strip while the birds chirpin<br>I had to turn my fone off too many birds chirpin<br>Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing<br>So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring<br>Yea, shit on these niggaz `til I sit wit the Lord<br>I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga<br>Yea you spotted man, now you red dotted man<br>You fuckin wit Hell Rell, New York City`s rider man<br><br>[Bridge: Jim Jones]<br>Now is these niggaz some killers like us<br>No<br>They say the real, well they realer than us<br>No, no, no<br>Is my set good<br>Yes<br>Is my bet good<br>Yes<br>Is my threat good<br>Yes, yes, yes<br><br>[Verse 2: Jim Jones]<br>Since you`ve been home they done indicted ya boy<br>Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy<br>Niggaz start snitchin they Sammy the Bullin<br>Til my niggaz start grippin these hammers and pull `em<br>That`s when these niggaz start switchin turnin Islamic and Muslim<br>Cause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlums<br>Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche<br>This is One-Eye Willie and I`m from fuckin New York<br><br>[Chorus: Jim Jones]<br>Who them niggaz paintin the town red<br>Dip-Set<br>Banks stop and we lay down bets<br>Byrd-Gang<br>Who them niggaz gettin that money man<br>Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set<br>Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga<br>Byrd-Gang<br>Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz<br>Dip-Set<br>Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga<br>Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang<br><br>[Bridge 2: Jim Jones]<br>Now do these niggaz be bangin like me<br>No<br>They say they G is they gangstas like me<br>No, no, no<br>Is my guns good<br>Yes<br>Is my ones good<br>Yes<br>Do we run hoods<br>Yes, yes, yes<br><br>[Verse 3: Jim Jones]<br>My pistol game been tight<br>Since chicken lo mein and rice<br>Tryna get that paper, flippin that caine for a price<br>Fiends goin crazy, hittin that caine thru the pipe<br>Niggaz that bang to the right<br>I`m jus sayin this is life<br>So we adore and survive<br>Cause thru this war we gon ride wit two 4`z on our side<br>Shit, man I`m riskin it all<br>Cause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball<br><br>[Chorus: Jim Jones]<br>Who them niggaz paintin the town red<br>Dip-Set<br>Banks stop and we lay down bets<br>Byrd-Gang<br>Who them niggaz gettin that money man<br>Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set<br>Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga<br>Byrd-Gang<br>Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz<br>Dip-Set<br>Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga<br>Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang<br><br>[Verse 4: Hell Rell]<br>These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed<br>And these bitches pokin holes in the condom tryna get my seed<br>Leave me alone lemme twist my weed<br>Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need<br>The beamer shinin on B.B.`z, niggaz tryin to be me<br>You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C<br>These niggaz washed up callin it quits<br>It don`t matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick<br>I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick<br>I got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the dick<br>I only been home for a month but I`m still fresh y`all<br>Up in this booth and still smellin like the mess hall<br><br>[Bridge: Hell Rell then Jim Jones]<br>Now is these niggaz more liver than me<br>No<br>He kinda hot but is he spittin more fire than me<br>No, no, no, no<br>Is my dope good<br>Yes<br>Is my coke good<br>Yes<br>Am I so hood<br>Yes, yes, yes, yes<br><br>Now is these niggaz some killas like us<br>No<br>They say the real, well they realer than us<br>No, no, no<br>Is my set good<br>Yes<br>Is my bet good<br>Yes<br>Is my threat good<br>Yes, yes, yes