Where Hope Goes to Die - Slaine, Ill Bill, La Coka Nostra

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

Maby 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-fuck porno movie bitches

Like BangBrothers.com, 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 is shitty

The livest type bomber out for pure drama

Period, comma, P. S. fuck your mamma

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

Fuck 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!