Damage Is Done Lyrics - Lil Wayne

(Verse 1) 

Runnin' from 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 cryin' bitch 

The sun 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 f**kin' on 

Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit 

Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in 

But I'ma make sure we get them acres 

Tell 'em f**k computers, we good with paper 

Tell 'em f**k the world 'cause I'm hood by nature 

Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya 

The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah 

Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but 

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(Verse 2) 

Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates 

This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state 

A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait 

No political justice not even the judge safe 

If his ass can't swim he get a closed case 

We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter 

No luck, no help and we the f**kin' 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 nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me 

I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me! 

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(Verse 3) 

Yeah, Money on the mind, murder in the plans 

Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam 

Hustler by law, support when I can 

Hustle when I can, 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 niggaz love me, but they can't do mine 

So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind 

Get lost or get in line 

But the carpet's still fine 

So keep tryin', the whole world turnin' back 

But we keep tryin' until we get our piece, no piece 

Keep Firin' 

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