[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 fuckin' 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 fuck computers, we good with paper
|
Tell 'em fuck 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
|
|
[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 fuckin' 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!
|
|
[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'
|
|
Bah
|
|
-----------------
|
Damage Is Done
|
| Lil' Wayne |
