Street Dreams (feat. R. Kelly) SONG LYRICS

Nas

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Uhh, what, what, uhhStreet dreams are made of these 
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's 
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these 
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's 
Who am I to disagree? 
Everybody's 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 I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty 
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realtyFor real G, I'ma fullfill 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 itFresh 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' feelingsStreet dreams are made of these 
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's 
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin' 
Street dreams are made of these 
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's 
Who am I to disagree? 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat 
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back 
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back 
Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toiletTwo 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 withThe 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 herShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar 
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins 
Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop top BM 
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like thisStreet dreams are made of these 
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's 
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these 
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's 
Who am I to disagree? 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Growin' up project struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin' 
Scopin' the large, niggaz beamin', check what I'm seein' 
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans 
GN, heard about them old timers OD'nYoung, early 80's, 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 Jordan's and a gold chain was livin' it upI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody 
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty 
Ain't that funny? Gettin' put on to crack money 
With all the gunplay, paintin' the kettle black hungryA case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years 
Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin' coke as they career 
But I'm a rebel stressin', to pull out of the heat no doubt 
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin', never holdin' outStreet dreams are made of these 
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's 
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these 
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's 
Who am I to disagree? 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these 
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's 
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these 
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's 
Who am I to disagree? 
Everybody's lookin' for somethin' 
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Street Dreams (feat. R. Kelly) - Nas Song Lyrics

Uhh, what, what, uhhStreet dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's 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 I'm innocent, 'til proven guilty
I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realtyFor real G, I'ma fullfill 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 itFresh 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' feelingsStreet dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin' with moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toiletTwo 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 withThe 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 herShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like thisStreet dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Growin' up project struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin'
Scopin' the large, niggaz beamin', check what I'm seein'
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans
GN, heard about them old timers OD'nYoung, early 80's, 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 Jordan's and a gold chain was livin' it upI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
Ain't that funny? Gettin' put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin' the kettle black hungryA case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin' coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressin', to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spendin', never holdin' outStreet dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Street Dreams (feat. R. Kelly) song lyrics