Street Dreams - Bonus Verse

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Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

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 fulfill 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 with the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes

I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes

God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?

Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat

25 to flat, push a thousand feet back

Holdin' gats wasn't makin' 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 BM

Word is bond, son (uh, what)

I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Ill designer fleece, studded marquise

A letter L on my car keys

Thuggin' hard on Cavarse

'Posters be Francesco 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 locations every minute

Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision "Redrum"

Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come

Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian

Grand openings of barbershops 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"

I'm 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 it, climbin'

Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate

So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded

Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded

Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous

GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous

Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?

Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these (made of these)

Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'