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sha hef - penitentiary chances lyrics

[intro]
ah
hundred round in this m-th-f-cka’
rich get richer and the poor get poorer, man
ain’t nothin’ we can do about that sh-t, you heard
a broke man once said, money ain’t everything
i couldn’t relate to the n-gga
i ain’t know about it

[verse]
my biggest flaws was in the courthouse
my shooters trained to go and take a force out
3 57s with the short snout
only want the chicken so i had to cut the cork out
[?] beef, [?] whippin, only time i bring a fork out
i’m from a block where fools comin’ in shorts
and you ain’t got them paid lawyers you get hung in the courts
so f-ck jumpin’, a n-gga d-mn near ran off the porch
[?] n-ggas know i’m known to handle the torch (yah, yah)
i’m with the tommy clappers
i’m in the hall of fame of the lobby packers
magnums on me, [?] brothers [?] body catchers (yah, yah)
return of the body sn-tchers
we [?] the hood like we colorblind
don’t call it beef unless your mother cry
or somebody mother die
so it’s always f-ck the other side (yah, yah)
i became a man the day my brother died (rest in peace peace)
that’s on god, i serve several fiends’
my whip fire, it jump higher than jerold cream
you roll with us, the only thing you see is several beams (br br)
i been stuck in this ghetto dream since a ghetto teen

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