Uhh, what, what, uhh..
    [Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams")]
    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..
    [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 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 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 nigga got to do to make a half million
  without the FBI catchin feelings
    [Chorus]
    [Nas]
  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 hoppin in the drop-top BM
  Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
    [Chorus]
    [Nas]
  Growin up project-struck, 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 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
    [Chorus 2X]