Street Dreams
(专辑: It Was Written - 1996)
Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 Es 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 sake, what a
nigga got to do to make a
half a
million Without the
FBI catching feelings? Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 Es 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 Robinsons, Wally 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 Es 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 80s, throwing rocks at the
crazy lady Worshipping 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 Es 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 Es 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 [?], dawg" "Yo, yo, lets get the
hell outta here y'all, I
don't give a
fuck-" "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!"