street dreams bonus verse

Nas

Uh. What?! What?! Uh.

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit three-hundred E s
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]

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware wit one change of gear
Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
wit 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 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
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
F God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
without the FBI catchin feelin s

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit three-hundred E s
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

From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holdin gats wasn t making me fat, snitches on my back
Livin wit moms, gettin it on, flushin crack
down the toilet- Two 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 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-top B-M.

Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this.
( Uh. What? What? Word? )

Street dreams are made of these
Thugs drop Beemers wit three-hundred E s
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

Ill designer fleece, studded marquise,
a letta L on my car keys- Thuggin hard on Cavarse
Posters be Franchesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I m changin my location every minute
like a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rum
Warrent squads knockin at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium got me puffin Cambodian
Grand openin s of barber shops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin pronto- Livin like a pablo
Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
found the guns and the good
Had a nigga like Nas had to run through the woods
Sneakin out the next mornin - Looked up to God,
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
So many ups and downs shiftin , I was twisted minded
Mazed on top, all the hoes and pussy had me blinded
Big lip bitches, suckin dick rediculous
GS es and vest-es, larger rays lookin sentious
Back 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
Thugs drop Beemers wit three-hundred E s
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