Street Dreams (Bonus Verse)

"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'