[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]
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I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail
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And tell ya old man I ain't goin' back to jail
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I ain't goin' back to jail, I ain't goin' back to jail
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I got mo' pussy to swell, and mo' dreams to tell
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[Verse 1]
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A North Memphis monster, targetin' the cheddar
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Ain't no anna on my chest, it ain't no blood on my sweater
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Better beware the stares of them youngsters watchin'
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Bullets do fly through air when them guns p-poppin'
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Pistol swang to ya mouth, then the blood is gushin'
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Out'cha dome, home invaded 'cause of dope you pushin'
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Leather seats in the Chevy thang, ridin' the, slab
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Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave
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Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
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Wipin' shells in the bullets when, loaded in the nine
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Crime done, on a daily pay attention to this here
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I ain't goin' back to jail and that's what these suckers fear
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[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]
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[Verse 2]
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Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
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Wanted Project Pat to fall but the money piles
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Niggaz know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
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There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
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Kept my street, credibility, young niggaz crownin' me
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Put, pistols in faces of suckers out here doubtin' me
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Broads, they is houndin' me, still I'm in demand
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I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
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From the throw aways, from the glocks and K's
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Wit' the same clothes on, bleed the block for days
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Cross killers in these streets, bullets will spray
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Innocent bystander can catch a stray ya dig?
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[Chorus - The Last Mr. Bigg x2]
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[music to fade]
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I Ain't Goin' Back To Jail
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| Project Pat |
