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Some information about Street Dreams Lyrics Title: NAS - Street Dreams lyrics Artist: NAS Album: It Was Written Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Street Dreams Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Uhhwhatwhatuhh.. [Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams")] 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 kneesfor niggaz with big G s Who am I to disagree? Everybody s lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the shareone-fourth of a square Headed for Delawarewith one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eyethat we find when we crave dollars and centsa fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the facenow they drew a print Though I m innocenttil proven guilty I ma try to filthypurchase a club and start up realty For real GI ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my schemethen precisely I ll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brickthis is it Fresh faceNY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it allArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sakewhat nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings [Chorus] [Nas] From fat cat to papiniggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flatpush a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn t making me fatsnitches on my back Livin with momsgettin it onflushin 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 teamfor a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotelsmokin 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 sweeterfresh Caesar GuessDavid Robinson sWalle moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond sonI had that bitch down on my shit like this [Chorus] [Nas] Growin up project-strucklookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamincheck what I m seein Carsghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G nheard about them old timers OD n Youngearly 80 sthrowin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me upgivin a I thought Jordan s and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopesthe pushersthe addicts everybody Cut out of classjust to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain t that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplaypaintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirsflippin coke as they career But I m a rebel stressinto pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted outspendin never holdin out [Chorus 2X] Hottest songs from NAS : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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