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PSYCHOPATHIC RYDAS lyrics : "Back 2 Crack"

I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' (*##$

Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and %#@!
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 work and wash my %#@! punk

You had all the (*##$es, paper, no trouble
Now your $$# is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
I don't give a $#&@ it's like a horse with a broken leg

An old crusty $$# broken down piece of %#@!
What's next?
Next time I see ya

I pull out my heater
And meltin your brain with hot lead you mutha$#&@a
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 $#&@

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 $#&@ 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 $#&@in tried

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap %#@! didn't go far, go far

Back 2 crack I'm all $#&@in tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star

But this rap %#@! didn't go far, go far
Hand me that mutha$#&@in 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

%#@!...
I heard that ^!$$%s 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 $#&@in 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 $#&@ can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all $#&@in tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap %#@! 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 mu$#&@a
I mean, I'm sorry momma

That's just drugs talkin momma
Momma I'm sorry
Back 2 crack I'm all $#&@in tried

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap %#@! didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all $#&@in tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap %#@! didn't go far, go far

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