Nas — Street Dreams

[Produced by Tracksmasters] [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers 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 [Verse 1] 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 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M 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, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God's sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half a million Without the FBI catching feelings? [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers 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 [Verse 2] 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 bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM' Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers 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 [Verse 3] 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'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up giving a fuck I thought Jordans 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 [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers 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 Bimmers 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 [Skit] *Gunshot* "Yeah nigga, what?!" "Oh, shit!" "Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!" "Yo, they shot dun, dawg!" "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-" (Ongoing screaming) "Look! We on his back right now We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" "I want some more nigga, come on!" "Yo, come on run, yo!" "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" "Yeah the hell you did, man" "Yo why you-" "Yo, yo, come on though" (Oh, shit) "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" "You think somebody peeped that?" "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- Get rid of the heat, yo!" "Fuck that!" "Get rid of the heat, yo" *Gunshot* "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" "We gotta bounce, yo!" "Let's bounce!"