Street Dreams Lyrics By Nas

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my man put me up for the share onefourth 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 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 armorall benz and endless papes
god sake what a nigga got to do to make a half a million
without the fbi catching feelings

from fat cat to pappy niggas see the cat
twentyfive 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
ninehundredninetynine 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 wally moccasins
bitches blow me while hopping in the droptop bm’
word is bond son i had that bitch down on my shit like this

growing up projectstruck 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
worshipping every word them roperocking 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

street dreams are made of these
niggas push bimmers and 00 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 00 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
queens boy what yo what
yo they shot 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

Artist: Nas

Year: 1996

Decade: 90s

Language: en

Word Count: 498