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Uhh, what, what, uhh..<br /><br />[Chorus: Nas]<br />Street dreams are made of these<br />Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's<br />A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key<br />Everybody's lookin for somethin..<br />Street dreams are made of these<br />Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's<br />Who am I to disagree?<br />Everybody's lookin for somethin..<br /><br />My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square<br />Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear<br />Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed<br />with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave<br />dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts<br />Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print<br />Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty<br />I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty<br />For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream<br />If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream<br />the first trip without the clique<br />Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it<br />Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes<br />I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes<br />God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million<br />without the FBI catchin feelings<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat<br />Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back<br />Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back<br />Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet<br />Two sips from bein alcoholic<br />Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it<br />My man saw it like Dionne Warwick<br />A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with<br />The cartel Argentina coke with the nina <br />Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina<br />Trina got the fishscale between her<br />The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her<br />She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar<br />Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins<br />Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM<br />Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin<br />Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein<br />Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans<br />G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n<br />Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady<br />Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me<br />The street raised me up, givin a fuck<br />I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up<br />I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody<br />Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty<br />Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money<br />With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry<br />A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years<br />Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career<br />But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt<br />With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out<br /><br />[Chorus X2]
New song lyrics
Uhh, what, what, uhh..<br /><br />[Chorus: Nas]<br />Street dreams are made of these<br />Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's<br />A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key<br />Everybody's lookin for somethin..<br />Street dreams are made of these<br />Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's<br />Who am I to disagree?<br />Everybody's lookin for somethin..<br /><br />My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square<br />Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear<br />Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed<br />with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave<br />dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts<br />Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print<br />Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty<br />I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty<br />For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream<br />If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream<br />the first trip without the clique<br />Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it<br />Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes<br />I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes<br />God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million<br />without the FBI catchin feelings<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat<br />Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back<br />Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back<br />Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet<br />Two sips from bein alcoholic<br />Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it<br />My man saw it like Dionne Warwick<br />A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with<br />The cartel Argentina coke with the nina <br />Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina<br />Trina got the fishscale between her<br />The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her<br />She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar<br />Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins<br />Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM<br />Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin<br />Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein<br />Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans<br />G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n<br />Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady<br />Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me<br />The street raised me up, givin a fuck<br />I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up<br />I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody<br />Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty<br />Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money<br />With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry<br />A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years<br />Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career<br />But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt<br />With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out<br /><br />[Chorus X2]
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