I Ain't Going Back To Jail Lyrics - Project Pat

[Chorus x2: The Last Mr. Bigg] 

I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail 

And tell ya old man I ain't goin' back to jail 

I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail 

I got mo' pussy to swell, and mo' dreams to tell 

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[Verse 1:] 

A North Memphis monster, targetin' the cheddar 

Ain't no anna on my chest, it ain't no blood on my sweater 

Better beware the stares of them youngsters watchin' 

Bullets do fly through air when them guns p-poppin' 

Pistol swang to ya mouth, then the blood is gushin' 

Out'cha dome, home invaded 'cause of dope you pushin' 

Leather seats in the Chevy thang, ridin' the, slab 

Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave 

Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time 

Wipin' shells in the bullets when, loaded in the nine 

Crime done, on a daily pay attention to this here 

I ain't goin' back to jail and that's what these suckers fear 

[Chorus x2: The Last Mr. Bigg] 

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[Verse 2] 

Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles 

Wanted Project Pat to fall but the money piles 

Niggaz know I'm off the chain, wild as a child 

There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style 

Kept my street, credibility, young niggaz crownin' me 

Put, pistols in faces of suckers out here doubtin' me 

Broads, they is houndin' me, still I'm in demand 

I got gun powder residue, still on my hand 

From the throw aways, from the glocks and K's 

Wit' the same clothes on, bleed the block for days 

Cross killers in these streets, bullets will spray 

Innocent bystander can catch a stray ya dig? 

[Chorus x2: The Last Mr. Bigg] 

[music to fade]