Penicillin Jim Jones (Ft. Chink Santana, Sen City & Shawty Lo)

Chorus 1: Sen City] x 2
I’m talking needle-pushing
Shoot-ups in abandoned buidings
I’m talking senseless killings
Grannie’s on that Penicillin
(Oooohhhhh)
I’ve got nothing to lose
Hit the block til it bruise
Hit the bottle til I’m whooz
Let them bottles move
You couldn’t skip a hole in my shoes

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I’m talking hit the heights
Trying to get that white
Talk to Bobby trying to get that price
If I get that right
I can hit the pike and try to triple that price
If we whip it up right
We can drop it once and we can get it back twice
‘Cause its that life
We learn to hustle and twist the wrists like dice
My bag, my bag
Money on the floor fist full of dice
Head cracked, scoop it up
Toot the horn when I hit the light
Wrists got lights like I came in the room and I clicked on lights
Fly cars, crispy nikes
Gucci belt with the fifth on tight
I swear, this game
I’m cautious, contrite
My man got caught
Swear to god I was with him last night
But you know what they say
Here today and we gone tomorrow
So with that being said we going to play like it’s no tomorrow