Psychopathic Rydas - Back 2 Crack lyrics

Ii tried momma, I tried

You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
(Uh)
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 (Punk)
Used to represent in Cleveland black
Trucks with the bumps
Drive through the car wash now see
You work and 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 (O oh)
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 pull out my heater
And meltin' your brain with hot lead
You motherfucker!

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 your 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'm a joke
Hooked on dope and I don't wanna live (Damn)
Please somebody kill me and end this life bid
(Blaow)

Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far
Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far

Damn, hand me that motherfuckin' 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
Phony 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
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 back to slangin' yayo
How the fuck can you win?

Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far
Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far

Momma, momma I tried
I just, I just couldn't do it i mean
I mean damn you never helped a motherfucker!
I mean, I'm sorry momma
That's just drugs talkin', momma
Momma, I'm sorry
Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far
Back to crack, I mo'fuckin' tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoo ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far