Penitentiary chances chords by Jim jones

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Verse 1
G 
Eb 
Rell fresh home
G 
How it feel to back where
Eb 
the bricks my nigga
D 
Ya heard, I got the D.A.
on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
G 
Inhale, exhale, fuck the police

Verse 2
Ab 
I'm up early on the strip while
A 
G 
the birds chirpin'
Ab 
I had to turn my phone off too
G 
many birds chirpin'
Ab 
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
G 
So for them,
Ab 
A 
Ab 
I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Eb 
G 
Yea, shit on these niggas 'til
Ab 
D 
I sit wit the Lord
G 
Ab 
I woulda been home last year but I
G 
got hit at the board, nigga
Ab 
Yea you spotted man,
G 
now you red dotted man
Ab 
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell,
Eb 
New York City's rider man

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Verse 3
A 
Now is these niggas some killers like us
D 
No
Eb 
D 
They say the real, well they realer than us
Eb 
No, no, no
Is my set good
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
A 
Ab 
Eb 
Is my  threat good
Dm 
Yes, yes, yes

Verse 4
G 
Since you've been home
Ab 
D 
they done indicted ya boy
G 
Due to the circumstances
Ab 
of this life we enjoy
G 
Ab 
Niggas start snitchin' they
Sammy the Bullin
G 
Til my niggas start grippin' these
D 
Eb 
hammers and pull 'em
G 
That's when these niggad start switchin'
Eb 
turnin' Islamic and Muslim
Dm 
Cause they seein' my  position
D 
G 
is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost,
Eb 
my new truck is a Porsche
F 
Dm 
D 
This is One- Eye Willie and I'm
G 
from fuckin' New York

Verse 5
Ab 
Who them niggas paintin' the town red
D 
Dip- Set
G 
Ab 
Banks stop and we  lay down bets
A 
Byrd- Gang
G 
Who them niggas get
Ab 
tin' that money man
G 
Dip- Set, Dip- Set, Dip- Set,
Ab 
Dip- Set, Dip- Set
G 
Ab 
Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga
D 
Byrd- Gang
G 
Who them niggas squeez
Ab 
in' at bitch niggas
Dip- Set
G 
Who them niggas that got
Ab 
ta get rich nigga
G 
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang,
Ab 
A 
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang
Eb 
Now do  these

Verse 6
niggas be bangin' like me
D 
No
Eb 
D 
They say they G   is they gangstas like me
Eb 
No, no, no
A 
Eb 
Is my guns good
Dm 
Yes
Is my ones good
Eb 
Yes
Bb 
Eb 
Do  we run hoods
Dm 
Yes, yes, yes

Verse 7
G 
Ab 
My pistol game been tight
A 
Ab 
Since chicken lo mein and rice
G 
Ab 
Tryna get that paper,
G 
flippin' that caine for a price
Ab 
Fiends goin crasy,
G 
hittin' that caine through the pipe
Ab 
Niggas that bang to the right
A 
Ab 
Eb 
G 
I'm jus' sayin' this is life
Eb 
So we adore and survive
G 
Dm 
D 
Cause through this war we gon
G 
ride wit two 4's on our side
Eb 
Shit, man I'm riskin' it all
F 
Dm 
Cause for this love and this money man,
G 
I jus' wanna ball

Verse 8
G 
Ab 
Who them niggas paintin' the town red
D 
Dip- Set
G 
Banks stop and we lay down bets
A 
Byrd- Gang
G 
Who them niggas get
Ab 
tin' that money man
G 
Dip- Set, Dip- Set, Dip- Set,
Ab 
Dip- Set, Dip- Set
G 
Ab 
Who them niggas leave wit ya bitch nigga
D 
Byrd- Gang
G 
Who them niggas squeez
Ab 
in' at bitch niggas
Dip- Set
G 
Who them niggas that got
Ab 
ta get rich nigga
G 
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang,
Ab 
Byrd- Gang, Byrd- Gang
A 
G 
These niggas want me to

Verse 9
slow down
Ab 
and switch my  speed
D 
G 
And these bitches pokin' holes in the
Ab 
condom tryna get my seed
A 
G 
C# 
Ab 
Leave me alone lemme twist my  weed
G 
Two things I never seen a
Ab 
U.F.O. and a bitch I   need
Eb 
G 
Ab 
The beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, nig
G 
Eb 
gas tryin to be me
F 
Dm 
D 
You gangsta on the streets dog,
G 
north signin' to P.C
These niggas washed up
Eb 
callin' it quits
It don't matter,
F 
G 
D 
G 
Porsche to 6, they be all my dick
Ab 
I, slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
G 
I got Florida chicks comin'
Ab 
to  N.Y. for the dick
Ab 
I only been home for a month
but I'm still fresh y'all
G 
Up in this booth and still
smellin' like the mess hall

Verse 10
Now is these niggas 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

Verse 11
Now is these niggas some killas like us
No
Eb 
They say the real,
D 
well they realer than us
No, no, no
G 
Is my set good
Yes
Is my bet good
Yes
Is my threat good
G 
Yes, yes, yes