NAS - Street Dreams (CHEATCODE Remix) lyrics
rate me(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.
