Where Hope Goes To Die

I shoot you out your body Perform the séance with a fucking shotty I wear a ski mask so that nobody identify me Grimy and grizzly Throw you to the pitbulls like a Frisbee Then feed the pieces of you That they bring me Maybe your arm, leg, leg, arm, and your head Even God turned his back on you, homie You're dead just a fragment of your Former possibilities and aspirations A casualty in the civil war Of a gangster nation My generals plot the death to millions The media spread lies and Cash checks for trillions i organize crime Money and murder synchronized beyond time I move mountain tops without trying I move buildings like super villains Throw penthouses of people and Fist-f*ck porno movie bitches Like bangbrotherscom, got money in my palm No love, no smiles, ain't nothing funny Y'all I come from where hope goes to die (Where dreams get crushed and The bullets fly) I come from where hope goes to die La Coka Nostra till I die! Peckerwood B-boy in the white man's stance Where I come from, son The wolves don't dance They stand with their fists and Talk shit like this Y'all don't want drama Y'all don't want static You fiend like crack addicts Comebacks automatic Got a deuce-deuce in my boot holding five Got a razor in the other One in case you survive I rep the Gaza Strip, the hunger strike Cousin, bite on your lip, do what you like We ain't playing no games You ain't Humpty Hump When the cats with the guns Pop the trunks and dump And the pistols thump and the bodies slump Going for Jihad, can't wait to see God A child of the city so my attitude's shitty The livest type bomber out for pure drama Period, comma, PS f*ck your momma I come from where hope goes to die (Where dreams get crushed and The bullets fly) I come from where hope goes to die La Coka Nostra till I die! I'm the white guy who gave the Whole rap game a black eye F*ck your bitch with a dick Thicker than Shaq's thigh You can't nod off, this is a crack high Stab you in your fucking face With a jack knife I love bitches who suck dick and half-dyke I'm just sick, I'll beat your brain, doc With a flashlight A black Maglite, you other rappers fag-fight We don't battle I have your family crawling out the bagpipes And the preachers preach Pine box and the fucking Facial features fixed Whoops, I mean fixed, pushed don't mean shit When a dope fiend lean on a custom green whip Everlast, ILL BILL, Slaine and D-Boy Lethal, Left Cage, we got you P-Noid We B-boys who destroy on both coasts Tote toasts and sold coke with gold ropes I come from where hope goes to die (Where dreams get crushed and The bullets fly) I come from where hope goes to die La Coka Nostra till I die!