Styles P, Jim Jones - Penitentiary Chances lyrics

Now, do these niggas be banging 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

Mr. Pinero, the President of the hood
Rob shit, extort shit
Embezzle shit when I could
My man's in the cell
But he still got his bums as H
So when he touch back down, he'd be straight
To stay loyal, niggas stay real
I'll leave you hurt and put
In work to Curtis Mayfield
So when I kick down the door
Niggas stay still and don't say, "chill"
Everybody die when I spaz
Out the spray grills do I play games?
No do I trick dames?
No do I say names?
No, no, no do I kill shit?
Yes 'Til the death, nigga?
Yes do I rep, nigga?
Yes, yes, yes

Who them niggas painting? the
Town red? Dipset
Banks stop and we lay down bets, Byrd-Gang
Who them niggas getting that
Money man? Dipset dipset, Dipset, Dipset