Jim Jones, Hell Rell - Penitentiary Chances lyrics

Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the DA on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale fuck the police

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 UFO
And a bitch I need
The beamer shinin on BB'z
Niggas tryin to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg
North signin to PC
These niggas washed up callin it quit's
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 NY 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

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