"Uh. What?! What?! Uh."
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Street dreams are made of these
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Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
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A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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Street dreams are made of these
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Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
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Who am I to disagree?
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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[Noise and a gun shot]
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My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
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Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear
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Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
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wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave
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dollars and cents- A fugitive with two attempts
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Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
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Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty,
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I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty
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For real, G, I'ma fullfill my dream
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If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.
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The first trip without the clique
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Sent the bitch wit' the quarter brick, this is it
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Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes
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I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
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F' God sake, what a nigga got to do to make a half million
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without the FBI catchin' feelin's
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Street dreams are made of these
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Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
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A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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Street dreams are made of these
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Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
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Who am I to disagree?
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
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twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
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Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
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Livin wit' moms, gettin it on, flushin' crack
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down the toilet- Two sips from bein' alcoholic
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Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou from bein' rich but now I'm all for it
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My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
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A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it
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The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina
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Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina
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Trina got the fishscale between her
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The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her
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She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar,
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Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
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Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M.
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"Word is bond, son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this."
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("Uh. What? What? Word?")
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Street dreams are made of these
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Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
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A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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Street dreams are made of these
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Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
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Who am I to disagree?
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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Ill designer fleece, studded marquise,
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a letta L on my car keys- Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
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'Posters be Franchesco and all these bets
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Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
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I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
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Seems like I'm changin' my location every minute
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like a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rum
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Warrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
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Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
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Grand openin's of barber shops and stock
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My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto- Livin' like a pablo
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Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
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found the guns and the good
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Had a nigga like 'Nas had to run through the woods'
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Sneakin' out the next mornin'- Looked up to God,
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guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'
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Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
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Now I'm back on the climbin'
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Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climate
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So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
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'Mazed on top, all the hoes and pussy had me blinded
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Big lip bitches, suckin' dick rediculous
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GS'es and vest-es, larger rays lookin' sentious
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Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?
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Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it.
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Street dreams are made of these
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Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's
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A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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Street dreams are made of these
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Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese
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Who am I to disagree?
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Everybody's lookin' for somethin'
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