Testo Back 2 crack Insane Clown Posse

Back 2 crack

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 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

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 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 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'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