Uhh, what, what, uhh..

 [bad word]  Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams")

 Street dreams are made of these
 Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
 [bad word] dealer's destiny is reachin a key
 Everybody's lookin for somethin..
 Street dreams are made of these
 Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
 Who am I to disagree?
 Everybody's lookin for somethin..

 [Nas]
 My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
 Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
 Nothin 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 realty
 For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream
 If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
 the first trip without the clique
 Sent the [bad word] with the quarter brick, this is it
 Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
 I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
 God sake, what [bad word] got to do to make a half million
 without the FBI catchin feelings

 [bad word] 
 [Nas]
 From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggaz see the cat
 Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
 Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
 Livin with 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
 wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
 The cartel Argentina coke with the nina 
 Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina
 Trina got the fishscale between her
 The way the [bad word] shook her [bad word] yo the dogs never seen her
 She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar
 Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
 [bad word] blow me while hoppin in a drop-top BM
 Word is bond son, I had that [bad word] down on my [bad word] like this

 [bad word] 
 [Nas]
 Growin up [bad word]  lookin for luck dreamin
 Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein
 Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans
 G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n
 Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady
 Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me
 The street raised me up, givin a [bad word]  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up
 I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
 Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink Notty
 Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money
 With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry
 case of beers in the staircase I wasted years
 Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career
 But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt
 With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out

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