Nas - Street Dreams lyrics

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 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

My man put me up for the share
One-fourth 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's sake
What a nigga gotta do to
Make a half a million
Without the FBI catching feelings?

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 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

From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five 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
Nine hundred-ninety-nine 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, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping
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
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 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

Growing up project-struck, 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
Worshiping every word them rope-rocking
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 300 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 300 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

Gunshot "yeah nigga, what?!"
"Oh, shit!"
"Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!"
"Yo, they shot dun, 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!"