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