I Ain't Goin' Back To Jail

(album: Crook By Da Book: The Fed Story - 2006)

[Chorus The Last Mr. Bigg x2]
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back to jail
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
I got mo' pussy to swell, and mo' dreams to tell

[Verse 1]
A North Memphis monster, targeting the cheddar
Ain't no anna on my chest, it ain't no blood on my sweater
Better beware the stares of them youngsters watching
Bullets do fly through air when them guns p-popping
Pistol swang to ya mouth, then the blood is gushing
Out'cha dome, home invaded 'cause of dope you pushing
Leather seats in the Chevy thang, riding the, slab
Wanging out the frame, South Memphis, cruising Crump Ave
Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
Wiping shells in the bullets when, loaded in the nine
Crime done, on a daily pay attention to this here
I ain't going back to jail and that's what these suckers 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
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 crowning me
Put, pistols in faces of suckers out here doubting me
Broads, they is hounding 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 The Last Mr. Bigg x2]

[music to fade]