Jim Jones: Penitentiary chances

[Intro: Jim Jones]Rell fresh homeHow it feel to back where the bricks my niggaYa heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right nowAll my soldiers behind the G WallInhale, exhale... fuck the police[Verse 1: Hell Rell]I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpinI had to turn my fone off too many birds chirpinDamn my homies gotta sit in the bingSo for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ringYea, shit on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the LordI woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, niggaYea you spotted man, now you red dotted manYou fuckin wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man[Bridge: Jim Jones]Now is these niggaz some killers like usNoThey say the real, well they realer than usNo, no, noIs my set goodYesIs my bet goodYesIs my threat goodYes, yes, yes[Verse 2: Jim Jones]Since you've been home they done indicted ya boyDue to the circumstances of this life we enjoyNiggaz start snitchin they Sammy the BullinTil my niggaz start grippin these hammers and pull 'emThat's when these niggaz start switchin turnin Islamic and MuslimCause they seein my position is straight savage and hoodlumsShit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a PorscheThis is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin New York[Chorus: Jim Jones]Who them niggaz paintin the town redDip-SetBanks stop and we lay down betsByrd-GangWho them niggaz gettin that money manDip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-SetWho them niggaz leave wit ya bitch niggaByrd-GangWho them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggazDip-SetWho them niggaz that gotta get rich niggaByrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang[Bridge 2: Jim Jones]Now do these niggaz be bangin like meNoThey say they G is they gangstas like meNo, no, noIs my guns goodYesIs my ones goodYesDo we run hoodsYes, yes, yes[Verse 3: Jim Jones]My pistol game been tightSince chicken lo mein and riceTryna get that paper, flippin that caine for a priceFiends goin crazy, hittin that caine thru the pipeNiggaz that bang to the rightI'm jus sayin this is lifeSo we adore and surviveCause thru this war we gon ride wit two 4'z on our sideShit, man I'm riskin it allCause for this love and this money man, I jus wanna ball[Chorus: Jim Jones]Who them niggaz paintin the town redDip-SetBanks stop and we lay down betsByrd-GangWho them niggaz gettin that money manDip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-Set, Dip-SetWho them niggaz leave wit ya bitch niggaByrd-GangWho them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggazDip-SetWho them niggaz that gotta get rich niggaByrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang, Byrd-Gang[Verse 4: Hell Rell]These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speedAnd these bitches pokin holes in the condom tryna get my seedLeave me alone lemme twist my weedTwo things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I needThe beamer shinin on B.B.'z, niggaz tryin to be meYou gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin to P.CThese niggaz washed up callin it quitsIt don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dickI, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brickI got Florida chicks comin to N.Y. for the dickI only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'allUp in this booth and still smellin like the mess hall[Bridge: Hell Rell then Jim Jones]Now is these niggaz more liver than meNoHe kinda hot but is he spittin more fire than meNo, no, no, noIs my dope goodYesIs my coke goodYesAm I so hoodYes, yes, yes, yesNow is these niggaz some killas like usNoThey say the real, well they realer than usNo, no, noIs my set goodYesIs my bet goodYesIs my threat goodYes, yes, yes