Street Dreams
by Nas

Album: It Was Written (1997)
Charted: 12 22
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  • Uh, what, what
    (Uh, what)

    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
    A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the Keys (reachin' the Key)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
    Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

    My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
    Headed for Delaware wit one change of gear
    Nothin' 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 get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
    For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream
    If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
    The first trip without the clique
    Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
    Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
    I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
    God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half million
    Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelin's? (What)

    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
    A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the Keys (reachin' the Key)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
    Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

    From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
    Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
    Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
    Livin wit moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet
    Two sips from bein' alcoholic
    Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' 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 it
    The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
    Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
    Trina got the fishscale between her
    The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
    She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
    Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
    Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M
    Word is bond, son (uh, what)
    I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what, word)

    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
    A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the Keys (reachin' the Key)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
    Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

    Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
    A letter L on my car keys
    Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
    'Posters be Francesco and all these bets
    Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
    I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
    Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute
    Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision red rum
    Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
    Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
    Grand openings of barber shops and stock
    My jewel rock, tokin' pronto
    Livin' like a Pablo
    Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
    Found the guns and the good
    Had a nigga like, "Nas had to run through the woods"
    I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'
    Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
    Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
    Now I'm back on it, climbin'
    Movin' consignment through rain, sleet, whatever climate
    So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
    Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded
    Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous
    Gs's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
    Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
    Nearly cost my life but now I can't show a sin from it

    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)
    A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' the Keys (reachin' the Key)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
    Street dreams are made of these (made of these)
    Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese
    Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)
    Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Writer/s: Annie Lennox, David Allan Stewart, Ernest E. Dixon, James Pennington, Jean Claude Olivier, Johnny Lee Jackson, Nasir Jones, Roy Hamilton, Samuel J. Barnes, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyruss Gerald Himes
    Publisher: Cloud9, Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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