מילים לשיר Street Dreams – Nas

"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).