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"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`
[Noise and a gun shot]
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