Low profile, rap style slick as new now give the crew pounds every time we cover them grounds still surviving but there's a few down back in the essence I'm asking questions on the phone with jail adolescence crying confession, the system's supplying the pressure my mind is guessing Is living and dying a lesson but not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track from with the gods focus on hard Laid up smoking cigars motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness devoted coach bag bitch broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich But what's the purpose only the gods can watch the Earth twist I'm physically trapped down on the surface with all the crack merchants snakes and serpents foul jakes the searches clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.
Chorus (Trey Songz)
Street dreamer Oh mercy mercy me Ain't nothing I got for ya Situations get heavy Heavy, heavy Trying to be a gangster.
(NAS)!!!!!!!!!!!! black clouds over the hood I'm on the corner with the thugs late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs cause I'm hooded up thought a G a night wasn't good enough pushed my luck yo they had a brother put in cuffs Luckily, made it out of court comfortably judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free could've got a one to three I try to school these shorties under me but they can't see From life to death so know we back to where we never left the ghetto It's a damn shame knowing it's a man's game shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change all that running round trying to chase what's already here - been there it's going no where pops told me knuckle up - no fear I wish some of these killings they could be prevented whatever happens it was written meaning God meant it but during ya life you put ya heart in it even though it seems we being targeted let that brother R hit it
Chorus (extended)
(Trey Songz)
Sort of wild, since a child hope was all we had dreamt of plushed out pads complaning the mental straining how many in my crew is into gaining? subtract the weak links up out the chaining rise it start reigning Blasphemy using Nas name in vain some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name I tried to learn the game and the only thing I found incredible everything I tried to learn see, I already knew And it's embedded in my heart now so I can sit back, count a stack and play my part now I saw my life flash in front of my eyes he wore disguise put a gun to me hungry he went on to chastize That's Nas ain't it made it rich from entertainment fresh wally's painted as he told the kid he came with my first thought was how the game flip Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yak or was I marked for a contract for some foul act i did a while back or either beyond that he got me laying face flat saying my grace black woke up in a cold sweat Yo, I hate that, nightmares feeling real. word to will. My air like I lost in the battlefield that's why I hit the mic with mad appeal grab ya shield and meet ya maker The Queens niggas die for paper these the things the street dreams will take ya.
Nas (feat. R. Kelly) - Street Dreams (Remix)
Street Dreams (Remix)
Nas (feat. R. Kelly)
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(NAS)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Low profile, rap style
slick as new now
give the crew pounds
every time we cover them grounds
still surviving but there's a few down
back in the essence
I'm asking questions on the phone
with jail adolescence
crying confession, the system's supplying the pressure
my mind is guessing
Is living and dying a lesson
but not to be obliged with the mirage
of cars taking you off track
from with the gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars
motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs
kosher, Ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
devoted coach bag bitch
broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
But what's the purpose
only the gods can watch the Earth twist
I'm physically trapped down on the surface
with all the crack merchants
snakes and serpents
foul jakes the searches
clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus.
Chorus (Trey Songz)
Street dreamer
Oh mercy mercy me
Ain't nothing I got for ya
Situations get heavy
Heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster.
(NAS)!!!!!!!!!!!!
black clouds over the hood
I'm on the corner with the thugs
late night under the moon
as they assume I'm slanging drugs
cause I'm hooded up
thought a G a night wasn't good enough
pushed my luck
yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free
could've got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
but they can't see
From life to death
so know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It's a damn shame
knowing it's a man's game
shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change
all that running round trying to chase
what's already here - been there
it's going no where
pops told me knuckle up - no fear
I wish some of these killings
they could be prevented
whatever happens it was written
meaning God meant it
but during ya life you put ya heart in it
even though it seems we being targeted
let that brother R hit it
Chorus (extended)
(Trey Songz)
Sort of wild, since a child
hope was all we had
dreamt of plushed out pads
complaning the mental straining
how many in my crew is into gaining?
subtract the weak links up out the chaining
rise it start reigning
Blasphemy using Nas name in vain
some claim supreme being
yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game
and the only thing I found incredible
everything I tried to learn
see, I already knew
And it's embedded in my heart now
so I can sit back, count a stack
and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
he wore disguise
put a gun to me hungry he
went on to chastize
That's Nas ain't it
made it rich from entertainment
fresh wally's painted
as he told the kid he came with
my first thought was how the game flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked
drunk in a party on yak
or was I marked for a contract
for some foul act
i did a while back or either beyond that
he got me laying face flat
saying my grace black
woke up in a cold sweat
Yo, I hate that, nightmares
feeling real. word to will. My air like I lost in the battlefield
that's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
grab ya shield and meet ya maker
The Queens niggas die for paper
these the things the street dreams will take ya.
Chorus