Back 2 Crack

Lyrics

[Intro: Bullet] I...I tried momma, I tried... [Verse 1: Full Clip] 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 (Ooh!) 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! [Verse 2: Foe Foe & Bullet] 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 all my bullets let 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!) [Hook: All, Bullet, Lil Shank, Full Clip, Foe Foe] Back to crack, a mo'fucker' 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, a mo'fucker' 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... [Verse 3: Bullet] 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... [Verse 4: Lil' Shank] 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 advances grew weak 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? [Hook: All, Bullet, Lil Shank, Full Clip, Foe Foe] Back to crack, a mo'fucker' 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, a mo'fucker' 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... [Interlude: Foe Foe] 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 [Hook: All, Bullet, Lil Shank, Full Clip, Foe Foe] Back to crack, a mo'fucker' 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, a mo'fucker' 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...