Nas : Street Dream. br br Street dreams are made of these niggas pushin' bimas and 300 e's a drug br dealer destiny is reaching the keys br Everyody's looking for something br Street dreams are made of these shorties on their knees for niggas with br big g's br Who am I to disagree br Everybody' looking for something br My man put me up for the share on fourth of a square br headed for delaware with one change of gear br nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed br with thw glaze in my ete, that we find when we crave br dollars and cents, a fugutive with two attempts br Jakes had no trace of the face now they drew a print br though I'm innocent till proven guilty br I'm gonna try to filthy, purchase a club br And start up a realty for real g, I'm a fullfill my dream br If I conceal my scheme then precisely I'll build my cream br the first tip without the clique, send the bitch br With the quarter brick, this is it fresh face, n.y. plate br got a crooked eye for them jakes br I want it all, armorall benz with endless papes br for God's sakes what nigga got to do to make a half million br without the FBI catchin' feeling br Chorus br From fat cat to pappy br niggas see the cat, 25 to flat push a thousand feet back br holding gats wasn't making me fat snitches on my back br living with my moms, getting it on flushing crack down toilet br two sips from being alcoholic nine hundred ninety nine thou br for being rich but now I'm all for it br my man saw it like Dionne warmick a wiser team, for a wiser dream br We could all score with the cartel argentina coke with the nine br up in a hotel smoking on sesamina trina got the fish scale between her br the way the bitch shook her ass br yo the dogs never seen her br she got my back living sweeter, fresh br caesar br guess, David robinson, wally moccasins br bitches blow me while hopping in the drop top bm br word is born son, I had the bitch down on my shit like this br Chorus br blowing up projects struck, looking for luck dreaming ...