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 [Bm]your head
Even God turned his back on [C7]you, homie
You're dead just a fragment of your
Former possibilities and [Bm]aspirations
A casualty in the civil war
Of a gangster nation
My generals plot the death to [C7]millions
The media spread lies and
Cash checks for [Dm7]tɾillions i organize crime
Money and [Bm]murder synchronized beyond time
I move mountain tops without tɾying
I move buildings like [F]super villains
Throw penthouses of people and
Fist-f*ck porno movie bitches
Like bangbrotherscom, got [Fm7]money in my [A]palm
No love, no smiles, ain't nothing funny
Y'all

I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
La Coka Nostɾa till I die!

Peckerwood B-boy in the white man's stance
Where I come from, son
The wolves don't dance
They stand [Bm]with their fists and
Talk shit like [F]this
Y'all [Em]don't want drama
Y'all [Em]don't want static
You fiend like [F]crack addicts
Comebacks automatic
Got a deuce-deuce in my [A]boot holding five
Got a ɾazor in the other
One in case you [A7survive
I ɾep the Gaza Stɾip, the hunger stɾike
Cousin, bite on [C7]your lip, do what you [A7like
We ain't playing no games
You ain't Humpty Hump
When the cats with the guns
Pop the tɾunks and [Bm]dump
And the pistols thump and [Bm]the bodies slump
Going for [Dm7]Jihad, can't wait to [C7]see God
A child of the city so my [A]attitude's shitty
The livest type bomber out for [Dm7]pure drama
Period, comma, PS f*ck your momma

I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
La Coka Nostɾa till I die!

I'm the white guy who gave the
Whole ɾap 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 [A7in your fucking face
With a jack knife
I love bitches who suck dick and [Bm]half-dyke
I'm just sick, I'll beat your brain, doc
With a flashlight
A black Maglite, you [A7other ɾappers fag-fight
We don't battle
I have your family crawling out the bagpipes
And the preachers preach
Pine box and [Bm]the fucking
Facial features fixed
Whoops, I mean fixed, pushed don't mean shit
When a dope fiend lean on [C7]a custom green whip
Everlast, ILL BILL, Slaine and [Bm]D-Boy
Lethal, Left Cage, we got [Fm7]you [A7P-Noid
We B-boys who destɾoy on [C7]both coasts
Tote toasts and [Bm]sold coke with gold ɾopes

I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to [C7]die
La Coka Nostɾa till I die!