Nas — Street Dreams Remix

[Intro: Nas] Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there That call theyself "keepin' it real" From yours truly, Escobar and Big R From New York to Chi-Town Check it out now Commissioner Steve Stoute Trackmasters, QB, check it, yo [Verse 1: Nas] Low profile, rap style slick as Nu Nile Give the crew pounds every time we cover new ground Still survivin', but there's a few down back in the essence I'm askin' questions on the phone with jail adolescents Quiet confession, the system's applyin' the pressure My mind is guessin'; is livin' and dyin' a lesson? But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars Take me off track from what the Gods focus on hard Laid up, smokin' cigars, motionin' maids To bring me toast and eggs kosher Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness Devoted Coach bag bitch Broke, the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich But what's the purpose? Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist I'm physically trapped down on the surface With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents Foul jakes that search us Clowns with four pounds, this ain't a circus [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta [Verse 2: Nas] Word up Black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night, under the moon, as they assume I'm slangin' drugs 'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough Pushed my luck, yo, they had a brother put in cuffs Luckily, made it out of court comfortably Judge said I need a job, ain't nothin' comin' free Could've got a one-to-three I try to school these shorties under me But they can't see, from life to death So now we back to where we never left The ghetto – it's a damn shame, knowin' it's a man's game Shorty thinks it's time to make your plans change All that runnin' round, tryin' to chase what's already here Been there, it's goin' nowhere Pops told me knuckle up, no fear I wish some of these killings they could be prevented Whatever happens, it was written, meaning God meant it But during life, you put your heart in it Even though it seems we bein' targeted Let that brother R hit it [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta [Bridge: R. Kelly] Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Dream on, dream on Street dreamer, yeah Street dreamer, dream on Dream on [Verse 3: Nas & (R. Kelly)] Sort of wild; since a child, hope was all we had Dreamt of plushed-out pads Complainin', the mental strainin' How many in my crew was into gainin'? Subtract the weak links up out the chain and Rise and start reignin' Blasphemy, usin' Nas' name in vain Some claim supreme being, yet they lied in his name I tried to learn the game and only thing I found incredible Everything I tried to learn, see, I already knew (That's right) And it's embedded in my heart now So I could sit back, count a stack, and play my part now I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, He wore disguise Put a gun to me, hungry, he went on to chastise That's Nas, ain't it? Made it rich from entertainment Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with My first thought was: "How the game flipped?" Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on 'gac Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act I did a while back Or even beyond that He got me layin' face flat, sayin' my grace, Black Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that Nightmares feelin' real Word to Will, my a-alike I lost in the battlefield That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal Grab your shield and meet ya maker The Queens niggas die for paper Deed the things, the street dreams will take ya [Chorus: R. Kelly] Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta Street dreamer (Oh, mercy, mercy me) Ain't nothin' out there for ya (There ain't nothin' out there for you) Situation's gettin' heavy Heavy, heavy, tryin' to be a gangsta