Project Pat - I Ain't Goin' Back To Jail lyrics

[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2] 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' p**y to swell, and mo' dreams to tell [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 s**ers fear [Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2] [Verse 2] Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles Wanted Project Pat to fall but the money piles n***az 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 n***az crownin' me Put, pistols in faces of s**ers 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 k**ers in these streets, bullets will spray Innocent bystander can catch a stray ya dig? [Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2] [music to fade]