Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penitentiary Chances , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 24.07.2006
Song language: English
Penitentiary Chances |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |