Lil Wayne - Street Chains Lyrics
[Verse 1]Straight from the East sideBlood gang we heavy, ***** nigga dare meI turn into Freddy, my fingers machetesTrap house jumpin' like Monta EllisWe trap out the teli when we outta townUzi on deck, phone ringin' off the hook***** that's the plugOcean view bedroom babySee through showers and I just put some fish in my tubHold up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eehSame old song I don't danceHeater on my waist hotter than a frying panIf you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a *****in' eye examI ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhancedI’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grandI'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord[Hook]And life ain't nothin' but a long dayAnd tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, awayYou know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)That's why I had to get a little more trunk spaceGotta insurance on the trap house, AllstateGot the trap house pumpin' like a heart rateGot the trap house pumpin' like an 808Boom like an 808[Verse 2]I could fly around that ***** need a tarmacI just landed in Cuba need a straw hatI gotta get the raw back I need a formatI put the shit on horseback and start my own ranchFrom where they don't talk smack, they just snort smackI turn your head to an open hot sauce packI tell the ***** some true lies and some false factsBoy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stackOoh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne GretzkyStunt my ass off, chain heavyYour ***** get passed on, chain letterTrain smoker, smoke plain neverHad a date with the devil, then I changed scheduleI'm a trained killer, like a paid killerBetter yet Saddam Hussein nephewNigga no loveThat's from the bottom of my heartI pull up and paint yo' whole *****ing block redAnd get out of my car and admire my artThen smile at my thoughtsMy ***** from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a bossI just got another speeding ticket on the BugattiWhile it was parkedNow I don't wanna talk, ***** I don't wanna talkLean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawnStay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?The struggle is real, and the Bible too longI'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won't'sLord please, Kilo's OZ'sCause my ***** act like she like Pinot and cheeseI dropped out of class so I'm zero degreesI can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a treeI can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pinkI'm a freak-show to freaksI'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheapI'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and deceasedI'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the beatThe Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speechRoach look like a leech, I'm too long for the briefI'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheekLike my ***** mixed, like Long Island TeaShe don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feetI'm the head nigga, like prodigyAnd ***** I'mma shine, like Connery[Outro]And life ain't nothin' but a long dayAnd tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away
