Lirik Lagu Street Dreams (bonus Verse) - Nas
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Street dreams are made of theseThugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E'sA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a kiEverybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheeseWho am I to disagree?Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
[Noise and a gun shot]
My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a squareHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gearNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazedwit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we cravedollars and cents- A fugitive with two attemptsJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a printThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty,I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realtyFor real, G, I'ma fullfill my dreamIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.The first trip without the cliqueSent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is itFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the JakesI want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papesF' God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half millionwithout the FBI catchin' feelin's
Street dreams are made of theseThugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E'sA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a kiEverybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheeseWho am I to disagree?Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cattwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet backHoldin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my backLivin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crackdown the toilet- Two sips from bein' alcoholicNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for itMy man saw it like Dionne WarwickA wiser team for a wiser
Street dreams are made of theseThugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E'sA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a kiEverybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheeseWho am I to disagree?Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
[Noise and a gun shot]
My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a squareHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gearNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazedwit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we cravedollars and cents- A fugitive with two attemptsJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a printThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty,I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realtyFor real, G, I'ma fullfill my dreamIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.The first trip without the cliqueSent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is itFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the JakesI want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papesF' God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half millionwithout the FBI catchin' feelin's
Street dreams are made of theseThugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E'sA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a kiEverybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheeseWho am I to disagree?Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cattwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet backHoldin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my backLivin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crackdown the toilet- Two sips from bein' alcoholicNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for itMy man saw it like Dionne WarwickA wiser team for a wiser
