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STREET DREAMS (REMIX) Lyrics

by Nas

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Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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'

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 a 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 bitch 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 a nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catchin' feelings

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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'

From fat cat to papi, 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
A 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 bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop top BM
Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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'

Growin' up project struck, lookin' for luck, dreamin'
Scopin' the large, niggaz beamin', check what I'm seein'
Cars, ghetto stars pushin' ill Europeans
GN, 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 fuck
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 naughty
Ain't that funny? Gettin' put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, paintin' the kettle black hungry

A 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

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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'

Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug 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'




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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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