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Street Dreams
"Uh. What?! What?! Uh."
Thugs drop Beemers wit' threeStreet dreams are made of these A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's lookin' for somethin' [Noise and a gun shot]
Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed My man put me up for the share, onedollars and centswit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave 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 fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M. The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes F' God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes without the FBI catchin' feelin's
Street dreams are made of these Thugs drop Beemers wit' threeA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back twentyLivin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crack down the toiletNineMy 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 "Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this." ("Uh. What? What? Word?")
Street dreams are made of these A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Thugs drop Beemers wit' threeStreet dreams are made of these Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Who am I to disagree?
Ill designer fleece, studded marquise, a letta L on my car keysMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest 'Posters be Franchesco and all these bets like a plague is on my head, sonI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented Seems like I'm changin' my location every minute Warrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian Grand openin's of barber shops and stock My jewPapi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over found the guns and the good Sneakin' out the next mornin'Had a nigga like 'Nas had to run through the woods' guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin' Took my diamonds in for the pawnin' Now I'm back on the climbin' Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climate Big lip bitches, suckin' dick rediculous So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded 'Mazed on top, all the hoes and pussy had me blinded GS'es and vestBack on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this? Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it.
Street dreams are made of these A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Thugs drop Beemers wit' threeEverybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
[Noise and a gun shot]
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