Lirik Lagu Street Dreams - Nas
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Verse 1
(Nas)Low profile, rap styleslick as new nowgive the crew poundsevery time we cover them groundsstill surviving but there's a few downback in the essenceI'm asking questions on the phonewith jail adolescencecrying confession, the system's supplying the pressuremy mind is guessingIs living and dying a lessonbut not to be obliged with the mirageof cars taking you off trackfrom with the gods focus on hardLaid up smoking cigarsmotioning maids to bring me toast and eggskosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke yamy wisdom culture lives in ultra madnessdevoted coach bag bitchbroke the average nigga's hopes to get mad richBut what's the purposeonly the gods can watch the Earth twistI'm physically trapped down on the surfacewith all the crack merchantssnakes and serpentsfoul jakes the searchesclowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.Chorus (R. Kelly)
Street dreamerOh mercy mercy meAin't nothing I got for yaSituations get heavyHeavy, heavyTrying to be a gangster.Verse 2
(Nas)The black clouds over the hoodI'm on the corner with the thugslate night under the moonas they assume I'm slanging drugscause I'm hooded upthought a G a night wasn't good enoughpushed my luckyo they had a brother put in cuffsLuckily, made it out of court comfortablyjudge said I need a job ain't nothing coming freecould've got a one to threeI try to school these shorties under mebut they can't seeFrom life to deathso know we back to where we never left the ghettoIt's a damn shameknowing it's a man's gameshorty thinks it's time to make ya plans changeall that running round trying to chasewhat's already here - been thereit's going no wherepops told me knuckle up - no fearI wish some of these killingsthey could be preventedwhatever happens it was writtenmeaning God meant itbut during ya life you put ya heart in iteven though it seems we being targetedlet that brother R hit itChorus (extended)
(Nas) Sort of wild, since a childhope was all we haddrip the bust out pastcomplaning the mental straininghow many in my crew is into gainingsubtract the weak links about the chainingrise it start rainingBlasphemy using Nas name in vainsome plain supreme beingyet they lied in his nameI tried to learn the gameand the only thing I found incredibleeverything I tried to learnsee, I already knewAnd it's embedded in my heart nowso I can sit back, count a stackand play my part nowI saw my life flash in front of my eyeshe wore disguiseput a gun to me hungry hewent on to chastizeThat's Nas ain't itmade it rich from entertainmentfresh wally's paintedas he told the kid he came withmy first thought was how the game flipYo perhaps it was somebody I smackeddrunk in a party on yakor was I marked for a contractfor some foul acta little while back or beyond thatyou got me laying face flatsaying my grace blackwoke up in a cold sweatYo, I hate thatMy air like I lost in the battlefieldthat's why I hit the mic with mad appealgrab ya shield and meet ya makerQueens niggas die for paperthese the things the street dreams will take ya.Chorus
(Nas)Low profile, rap styleslick as new nowgive the crew poundsevery time we cover them groundsstill surviving but there's a few downback in the essenceI'm asking questions on the phonewith jail adolescencecrying confession, the system's supplying the pressuremy mind is guessingIs living and dying a lessonbut not to be obliged with the mirageof cars taking you off trackfrom with the gods focus on hardLaid up smoking cigarsmotioning maids to bring me toast and eggskosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke yamy wisdom culture lives in ultra madnessdevoted coach bag bitchbroke the average nigga's hopes to get mad richBut what's the purposeonly the gods can watch the Earth twistI'm physically trapped down on the surfacewith all the crack merchantssnakes and serpentsfoul jakes the searchesclowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.Chorus (R. Kelly)
Street dreamerOh mercy mercy meAin't nothing I got for yaSituations get heavyHeavy, heavyTrying to be a gangster.Verse 2
(Nas)The black clouds over the hoodI'm on the corner with the thugslate night under the moonas they assume I'm slanging drugscause I'm hooded upthought a G a night wasn't good enoughpushed my luckyo they had a brother put in cuffsLuckily, made it out of court comfortablyjudge said I need a job ain't nothing coming freecould've got a one to threeI try to school these shorties under mebut they can't seeFrom life to deathso know we back to where we never left the ghettoIt's a damn shameknowing it's a man's gameshorty thinks it's time to make ya plans changeall that running round trying to chasewhat's already here - been thereit's going no wherepops told me knuckle up - no fearI wish some of these killingsthey could be preventedwhatever happens it was writtenmeaning God meant itbut during ya life you put ya heart in iteven though it seems we being targetedlet that brother R hit itChorus (extended)
(Nas) Sort of wild, since a childhope was all we haddrip the bust out pastcomplaning the mental straininghow many in my crew is into gainingsubtract the weak links about the chainingrise it start rainingBlasphemy using Nas name in vainsome plain supreme beingyet they lied in his nameI tried to learn the gameand the only thing I found incredibleeverything I tried to learnsee, I already knewAnd it's embedded in my heart nowso I can sit back, count a stackand play my part nowI saw my life flash in front of my eyeshe wore disguiseput a gun to me hungry hewent on to chastizeThat's Nas ain't itmade it rich from entertainmentfresh wally's paintedas he told the kid he came withmy first thought was how the game flipYo perhaps it was somebody I smackeddrunk in a party on yakor was I marked for a contractfor some foul acta little while back or beyond thatyou got me laying face flatsaying my grace blackwoke up in a cold sweatYo, I hate thatMy air like I lost in the battlefieldthat's why I hit the mic with mad appealgrab ya shield and meet ya makerQueens niggas die for paperthese the things the street dreams will take ya.Chorus
