Street Dreams

Uhh, what, what, uhh..

Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams")

Street dreams are made of these

*****z push Beemers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking 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 looking for something..

[Nas]

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a *******

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 'til proven guilty

I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty

For real G, I'ma fulfil 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's sake, what ***** got to do to make a half million

without the FBI catching feelings

Chorus

[Nas]

From fat cat to papi, *****s 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, flu*******ng 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 ******* shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her

She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar

Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins

******* blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM

Word is bond son, I had that ******* down on my *******t like this

Chorus

[Nas]

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming

Scoping the large *****s beaming, check what I'm seeing

Cars, ghetto stars pu*******ng ill Europeans

G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young, early '80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady

Wor*******pping every word them rope rocking *****z gave me

The street raised me up, giving a *****

I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up

I knew the ****s, the pushers, the addicts everybody

Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty

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 *****s 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

Chorus 2X