Street Dreams

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Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 Es
A drug dealers destiny is reachin a key
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big Gs
Who am I to disagree?
Everybodys lookin for somethin
My man put me up for the share, one fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with 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 Im innocent, til proven guilty
Ima try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty
For real G , Ima fullfill my dream
If I conceal my scheme, then precisely Ill 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 I for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catchin feelings
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 Es
A drug dealers destiny is reachin a key
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big Gs
Who am I to disagree?
Everybodys lookin for somethin
From fat cat to papi,niggaz see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin gats wasnt making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now Im 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, 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 Robinsons, Walle moccasins
Bitches blow me while Im hoppin in the drop top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 Es
A drug dealers destiny is reachin a key
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big Gs
Who am I to disagree?
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Growin up project struck, lookin for luck, dreamin
Scopin the large, niggaz beamin, check what Im seein
Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans
GN, heard about them old timers ODn
Young, early 80s, throwin rocks at the crazy lady
Worshippin every word, them rope, rockin niggaz gave me
The street raised me up, givin a fuck
I thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Aint that funny? Gettin put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career
But Im a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin, never holdin out
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 Es
A drug dealers destiny is reachin a key
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big Gs
Who am I to disagree?
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 Es
A drug dealers destiny is reachin a key
Everybodys lookin for somethin
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big Gs
Who am I to disagree?
Everybodys lookin for somethin