Jim Jones - Penitentiary Chances

(feat. Hell Rell)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
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

[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
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring Yea, shit on these niggaz '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

[Bridge: Jim Jones]
Now is these niggaz 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