I Ain’t Goin’ Back to Jail

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

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

Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money piles
Niggas 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 niggas 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?