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NAS - Street Dreams (CHEATCODE Remix) lyrics

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(feat. Aerosmith & Sinatra)

Hook:

Street dreams are made of these

Niggas push Beamers and 300 E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key

Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese

Who am I to disagree

Everybody's looking for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square

Headed for Delaware with one change of gear

Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed

With 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 a realty

For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream

If I conceal my scheme then precisely I'll build my cream

The first trip without the clique

Sent the bitch with the quarter brick this is it

Fresh face, NY plates gotta crooked eye for the Jakes

I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes

God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million

Without the FBI catching feelings

[Frank Sinatra:]

Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart.

(Street dreams are made of these)

For as rich as you are, it's much better by far to be young at heart.

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming

Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing

Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans

G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n

Young early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady

Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me

The street raised me up giving a fuck

I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up

I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody

Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink noddy

Ain't that funny, getting put on to crack money

With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry

A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years

Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career

But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt

With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

[Frank Sinatra:]

Don't you know that it's worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart.

(Street dreams are made of these)

For as rich as you are, it's much better by far to be young at heart.

[Aerosmith:]

Every time that I look in the mirror

All these lines on my face gettin' clearer, the past is gone

It went by like dusk to dawn,

Isn't that the way?

Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear

Sing with me, I'm just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away

Listen, dream on, dream on, dream on

Dream until the dream come true

Dream dream dream dream dream dream

Sing with me

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

Make your dreams come..

Sing with me

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

Dream on, dream on, dream on.

[Frank Sinatra:]

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes

you can love when your dreams fall apart of the scenes

and life gets more exciting with each passing day

and love is either in your heart or on its way.

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