[Chorus/(DJ Khaled)]
Oooh, the damage is done (Aight, check this out man; this some real shit right here)
And now it's too late, the damage is done (I'm telling you this the house mixtape of the streets)
It's done (Lil Wayne, let's go!)
[Verse 1]
Running off the scene, hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer clean on my way to the honeycombe
Hustle all night, tell my bitch "I'm never coming home"
"Be there in the morning," "Stop crying, bitch, the son is home,"
"Drop it on the living room table," "Bitch, the money home"
"I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone"
So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my fucking on
Younging on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit
Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
But I'mma make sure we get them acres
Tell 'em "Fuck computers, we good with paper"
Tell 'em "Fuck the world 'cause I'm hood by nature"
Feeling that way is how the hood'll make ya
The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but
[Chorus]
Oooh, the damage is done
And now it's too late, the damage is done
It's done
[Verse 2]
Yeah, over like yesterday, floating to the floodgates
This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
A blood bath, and you ain't nothing but tub bait
No political justice—not even a judge safe
If his ass can't swim, he get a closed case
We need our own space, I ain't talking about Jupiter
No luck, no help, and we the fucking future
I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one
But when I need it, I turn into a looter
God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal
Even when it's for the better of your junior
Soon you see that life's just another movie
And the main character dies at the end—usually
There's nothing that haven't been done that you can do to me
I've been hit, I've been shot—nigga, shoot at me!
[Chorus]
Oooh, the damage is done
And now it's too late, the damage is done
It's done
[Verse 3]
Yeah, money on the mind, murder in the plans
Disturbing if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
Hustler by law, support when I can
Hustle when I can't—tell me nothing, I'm a man
Smell my shit as I walk off the stand
Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand
Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind
Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme
Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5
If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time
And I know my niggas love me, but they can't do mine
So I gotta be smart and get bread, or get behind
Get lost, or get in line
But the carpet's still fine, so keep trying
The whole world turn they back, but we keep trying
Until we get our piece, no peace—keep firing
*Bah*
[Chorus/(DJ Khaled)]
Oooh, the damage is done
And now it's too late (Shit is crazy right here), the damage is done
It's done (Oh!)
