Nas - Street Dreams (Bonus Verse) Lyrics
"Uh. What?! What?! Uh."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 realty For 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 ***** 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'sStreet 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 dream, we could all score itThe cartel, Argentina coke with the ninaUp in the hotel smokin' on sessaminaTrina got the fishscale between herThe way the ***** shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen herShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar,Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins*****es blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M."Word is bond, son, I had that ***** down on my shit like this."("Uh. What? What? Word?")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'Ill designer fleece, studded marquise,a letta L on my car keys- Thuggin' hard on Cavarse'Posters be Franchesco and all these betsMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombestI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rentedSeems like I'm changin' my location every minutelike a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rumWarrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds comePandemonium got me puffin' CambodianGrand openin's of barber shops and stockMy jew-el rock, tokin' pronto- Livin' like a pabloPapi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us overfound the guns and the goodHad a nigga like 'Nas had to run through the woods'Sneakin' out the next mornin'- Looked up to God,guess in all this was a *****in' warnin'Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'Now I'm back on the climbin'Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climateSo many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded'Mazed on top, all the hoes and ***** had me blindedBig lip *****es, suckin' dick rediculousGS'es and vest-es, larger rays lookin' sentiousBack on the block buggin', how the ***** I been through this?Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it.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]
