Текст песни Jim Jones f Hell Rell - Penitentiary Chances
Jim Jones f Hell Rell - Penitentiary Chances слова песни
[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