Nas — Street Dreams Bonus Verse

[Intro] Uh, what, what (Uh, what) [Chorus] 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' a key (Reachin' a 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' [Verse 1] 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 Wit' 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 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 gotta do to make a half a million Without the FBI (Uh) catchin' feelin's? (What) [Chorus] 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' a key (Reachin' a 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' [Verse 2] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin' gats wasn't makin' 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) [Chorus] 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' a key (Reachin' a 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' [Verse 3] 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 redruM Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian Grand openings of barber shops for stock My jew-el 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 them woods" I'm sneakin' out the next mornin' Looked up to God, guessin' 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 cent from it [Chorus] 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' a key (Reachin' a 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'