Back 2 Crack Lyrics - Singles - Psychopathic Rydas

I, I tried momma 

I tried 

You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch 

Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit 

Think about what you used to have 

And what you don't have now 

Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth 

Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps 

Drive through the car wash now see you workin' , wash my shit punk 

You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble 

Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles 

I don't give a fuck it's like a horse with a broken leg 

An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit 

What's next? 

Next time I see ya 

I'll pull out my heater 

And melt your brain with hot lead you muthafucka 

I can't take it no more 

I gave it everything I had 

Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad 

Face mad cause I'm hungry and I'm broke as fuck 

I see a man on the corner and you know he's stuck 

He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time 

I give a fuck if he blind 

All his money mine 

On the dime I whip the gat out 

Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty 

He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out 

Check his pockets loose change and a note 

Sayin I used to be a rapper I'ma joke 

Hooked on dope and I don't wanna live, damn 

Please somebody kill me and end this life big 

Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried 

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride 

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star 

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far 

Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried 

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride 

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star 

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far 

Hand me that muthafuckin crack pipe 

I wanna smoke me a pebble 

I'm through tryin to be a rebel 

I used to follow them hip-hop tours 

Handin my demos out at backstage doors 

I'm through trying to be the next Dr. Dre 

I'd rather just smoke this rock away 

Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere 

Shit... 

I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out 

Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route 

Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key 

But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity 

Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps 

Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps 

Gotta have the fuckin heater cause my hands are stingin 

Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap 

Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight 

But you think them heads are stupid 

Cause it's dark at night 

Plus you gotta get yours 

By any means it's on again 

But you record slangin yayhoo 

How the fuck can you win 

Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried 

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride 

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star 

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far 

Momma, momma I tried 

I just, I just couldn't do it 

I mean, I mean damn you never helped a mufucka 

I mean, I'm sorry momma 

That's just drugs talkin momma 

Momma I'm sorry 

Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried 

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride 

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star 

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far 

Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried 

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride 

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star 

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far