L.V. - Damn lyrics

My n***as it Coca It's crackology 101, n***a I breed you n***a's My son Owww [1st Verse] The penalty is d**h And I'm inflicting the torture The best of the best couldn't mess with the boogy down Bronxster Its heavy promo catching beef wit Joe But my man don't get caught up in these streets alone Thought we heavy Chopper firerin Motherf**er's is dying n***a's is runnin' Helicopters is flying All these s**ers is lying Tell these Fedsters to see me And I was just island hopping somewhere in Tahiti I think its called Fiji or something like that Get your sh** pushed Motherf**er f**ing wit crack Catch a hundred in your cap Your brain be by your waste line LV on the track Hell of a baseline Remind me of the times I was serving them baselines Only Puerto Rican in Harlem Now that's stardom Ghetto Celeb I been since I was younger Hundred mill strong Still dying of hunger Under the chinchilla Believe me this sh**s is rilla This piece ull leave you in pieces And make you sleep better The streets terror The weak better retreat man I keep Beretta's so heathen's can creep [Chorus: repeat 2X] Damn, those guys are gettin doe That's why all these gansta call me Coke We get money money You got nothing from me And if you get caught n***a don't mention Joe [2nd Verse] I keep hearin that Crack the truth Real n***as is scream Joe get back in the booth Yeah I do it for them n***as that be huggin the block Them jack boys don't give a f** Dumpin there caps These n***as crazy Some more real They'll git you for everything Even your Paul Wall grill Yes n***a Its survival out here These n***as don't even respect the bible out here Its pyro's out here Cuts and King too That's the only thing the summer going bring you I seen it all, man they love it when I spit game Walk through the middle of Speed wit the big chain I got 'em sick man Look how the sh** bling Piss stain Yellow pebble bezel on the wrist man You ain't Pac You ain't even a great actor Matter of fact You is a great actor I'm one O G You need to respect Especially if you don't want n***as to see through your chest I caught his Mama at the face to face Now she laying in St. Raymond's in Section 8 n***a Follow me now say [Chorus] Yeah This goes out to all the n***a's From Ghetto to Ghetto Jail for Jail All my n***as playin' in the yards right now Doin' pull ups Bumpin'' this sh** in your headsets I love you n***a's Crack Otisville you know its real Rikers All my n***as holding in down All my street n***as gansta n***a's Cook