Project Pat

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

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[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

[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]

[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]

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