Nas Street Dreams Lyrics

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Uhh, what, what, uhh..

Street dreams are made of these
*****z push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key
Everybody's lookin for somethin..
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for *****z with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin for somethin..

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave

Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty
I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty

For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The first trip without the clique
Sent the ***** with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
God sake, what ***** got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catchin feelings


From fat cat to papi, *****z see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet

Two sips from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it
My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with

The cartel Argentina coke with the nina
Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina
Trina got the fishscale between her
The way the ***** shook her *** yo the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
*****es blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM
Word is bond son, I had that ***** down on my **** like this


Growin' up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin
Scopin' the large *****z beamin, check what I'm seein
Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady
Worshippin' every word them rope rockin *****z gave me
The street raised me up, givin a ****
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry

A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years
Some *****z went for theirs, flippin coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out

[Chorus: x 2]

Written by: Samuel barnes, jean-Claude olivier, dave stewart, nasir jones, annie lenox
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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