Street Life Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Straight from the East side 

Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga dare me 

I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes 

Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis 

We trap out the teli when we outta town 

Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the Bitch that's the plug 

Ocean view bedroom baby 

See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub 

Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say ehh 

Same old song I ain't dance 

Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan 

If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam 

I ain't playin' 

Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin' 

Fireman, spittin' venom, Spiderman 

I'm enhanced 

I'm at peace, joggin' pants 

Cost at least about a grand 

I'm advanced like Japan 

Got more sand than Sudan, lord 

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And life ain't nothin' but a long day 

And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away 

You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay) 

That's why I had to get a little more trunk space 

Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate 

Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate 

Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808 

Boom like an 808 

I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac 

I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat 

I gotta get the raw back, I need a format 

I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch 

From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack 

I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack 

I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts 

Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack 

Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky 

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Stunt my ass off, chain heavy 

Your bitch get passed on, chain letter 

Train smoker, smoke plain never 

Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule 

I'm a trained killer, like a paid killer 

Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew 

Nigga no love 

That's from the bottom of my heart 

I pull up and paint yo' whole fucking block red 

And get out of my car and admire my art 

Then smile at my thoughts 

My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk 

She see why I'm a boss 

I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti 

While it was parked 

Now I don't wanna talk, bitch I don't wanna talk 

Lean in my punch, I decided to spar 

Anybody want war? 

I'm excited to start 

Get indicted tomorrow 

I be out by the morn 

Before I even yawn 

Stay 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 long 

I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won't's 

Lord, please 

Kilos, OZs 

Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese 

I dropped out of class, so I'm zero degrees 

I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree 

I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink 

I'm a freakshow to freaks 

I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartab is cheap 

I'm a hard man to reach 

I'm newborn and deceased 

I'm too hard for this beat 

I'm the heart and the beat 

The Chong and the Cheech 

My blunt long as a speech 

Roach look like a leech 

I'm too long for the brief 

I'm too wrong for the priest 

With this chrome on your teeth 

That get blown out yo' cheek 

Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea 

She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet 

I'm the head nigga, like prodigy 

And bitch I'mma shine, like Connery 

And life ain't nothin' but a long day 

And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away