[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!)