Street Dreams [Bonus Verse]

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Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones ( /nɑːˈsɪər/; born September 14, 1973), better known mononymously as Nas ( /ˈnɑːz/), is an American rapper and actor. He is also the son of jazz musician Olu Dara. Nas has released eight consecutive platinum and multi-platinum albums since 1994, four of which topped the Billboard charts upon release and has sold over thirteen-million records in the United States alone. Nas was also part of the hip hop supergroup The Firm, which released one album under Dr. Dre's record label Aftermath. Aside from rapping, Nas is also an occasional actor and has appeared in feature films such as Hype Williams' directorial debut Belly, Ticker and In Too Deep and the television show Hawaii Five-0. more »

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Uh, what, what
(Uh, what)

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' the Keys (reachin' the 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'

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
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 for 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, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half million
Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelin's? (What)

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' the Keys (reachin' the 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'

From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making 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)

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' the Keys (reachin' the 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'

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 red rum
Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openings of barber shops and stock
My jewel 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 the woods"
I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'
Looked up to God, guess in 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 f*ck I been through this?
Nearly cost my life but now I can't show a sin from it

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' the Keys (reachin' the 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'

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