Jim Jones Penitentiary Chances (Feat. Hell Rell) Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my n____
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my a__ right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale... f___ 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
d___ my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and p___ in my ring
Yea, s___ on these n____z 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, n____
Yea you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You f___in wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man

[Bridge: Jim Jones]
Now is these n____z 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____z start snitchin they Sammy the Bullin
Til my n____z start grippin these hammers and pull 'em
That's when these n____z start switchin turnin Islamic and Muslim
Cause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlums
s___, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from f___in New York

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Who them n____z paintin the town red
Dip-Set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd-Gang
Who them n____z gettin that money man
Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set
Who them n____z leave wit ya b____ n____
Byrd-Gang
Who them n____z squeezin at b____ n____z
Dip-Set
Who them n____z that gotta get rich n____
Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang

[Bridge 2: Jim Jones]
Now do these n____z 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____z 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
s___, man I'm riskin it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball

[Verse 4: Hell Rell]
These n____z want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these b____es 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____ I need
The beamer shinin on B.B.'z, n____z tryin to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.C
These n____z washed up callin it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my d___
I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the d___
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____z 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 c__e good
Yes
Am I so hood
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is these n____z 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