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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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