paroles de chanson Penitentiary Chances - 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
I'm
up
early
on
the
strip
while
the
birds
chirpin'
I
had
to
turn
my
ohone
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
Yeah,
shit
on
these
niggaz
'til
I
sit
wit
the
Lord
I
woulda
been
home
last
year
but
I
got
hit
at
the
board,
nigga
Yeah,
you
spotted
man,
now
you
red
dotted
man
You
fuckin'
wit
Hell
Rell,
New
York
City's
rider
man
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?
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
Niggaz
start
snitchin'
they
Sammy
the
Bullin'
'Til
my
niggaz
start
grippin'
these
hammers
and
pull
'em
That's
when
these
niggaz
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
niggaz
paintin'
the
town
red
Dip-set
Banks
stop
and
we
lay
down
bets
Byrd
Gang
Who
them
niggaz
gettin'
that
money
man
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set
Who
them
niggaz
leave
wit
ya
bitch
nigga
Byrd
Gang
Who
them
niggaz
squeezin
at
bitch
niggaz
Dip-set
Who
them
niggaz
that
gotta
get
rich
nigga
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang
Now
do
these
niggaz
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
brazy,
hittin
that
caine
through
the
pipe
Niggaz
that
bang
to
the
right,
I'm
just
sayin
this
is
life
So
we
adore
and
survive
Cause
through
this
war
we
gon
ride
wit
two
4's
on
our
side
Shit,
man
I'm
riskin'
it
all
Cause
for
this
love
and
this
money
man,
I
just
wanna
ball
Who
them
niggaz
paintin'
the
town
red?
Dip-set
Banks
stop
and
we
lay
down
bets
Byrd
Gang
Who
them
niggaz
gettin'
that
money
man
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set,
Dip-set
Who
them
niggaz
leave
wit
ya
bitch
nigga
Byrd
Gang
Who
them
niggaz
squeezin'
at
bitch
niggaz
Dip-set
Who
them
niggaz
that
gotta
get
rich
nigga
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang,
Byrd
Gang
These
niggaz
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.'s,
niggaz
tryin'
to
be
me
You
gangsta
on
the
streets
dawg,
north
signin'
to
P.C
These
niggaz
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
niggaz
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
niggaz
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
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1 My Diary
2 Zeke Interlude
3 G's Up
4 J.i.m.m.y.
5 What Is This
6 Honey Dip
7 Ride Wit Me
8 Penitentiary Chances
9 We Just Ballin
10 What You Been Drankin On
11 Harlem
12 Confront Ya Babe
13 Summer With Miami
14 I'm In Love With A Thug
15 Tupac Joint
16 Baby Girl
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