Street Dreams - Nas Written by：Nas/Tone/David Stewart/Annie Lennox
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree Everybody's looking for something
My man put me up for the share one fourth of a square Headed for Delaware with one change of gear Nothing 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 till proven guilty I'mma try to get filthy purchase a club and start up a realty For real G I'mma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme then precisely I'll build my cream The first trip without the clique Sent the b**ch with the quarter brick this is it Fresh face NY plates got a crooked eye for the Jakes I want it all ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake what a ni**a got to do to make a half million Without the FBI catching feelings Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree Everybody's looking for something
From Fat Cat to Pappy niggas see the cat Twenty five to flat push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat snitches on my back Living with Moms getting it on flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from being alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being 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 smoking on Sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the b**ch shook her a** yo the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter fresh Caesar Guess David Robinson's Wally moccasins B**ches blow me while hopping in the drop top BM Word is bond son I had that b**ch down on my sh*t like this Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree Everybody's looking for something Growing up project struck looking for luck dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming check what I'm seeing Cars ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'n heard about them old timers OD'n Young early 80's throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up giving a f**k I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes the pushers the addicts everybody Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy Ain't that funny getting put on to crack money With all the gunplay painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out spending never holding out Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree
Everybody's looking for something
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Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree
