作曲 : Trius

Street dreams are made of these

Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese

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 wit' one change of gear

Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed

wit' 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 for realty

For real, G, I'ma fullfill my dream

If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.

The first trip without the clique

Sent the wit' the quarter brick, this is it

Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes

I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes

F' God sake, what got to do to make a half million

without the FBI catchin' feelin's

Street dreams are made of these

Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's

A dog dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

From fat cat to papi see the cat

twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back

Holdin' gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back

Livin wit' 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 it

The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina

Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina

Trina got the fishscale between her

The way the shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her

She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar,

Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins

blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top B-M.

"Word is bond, son, I had that down on like this."

("Uh. What? What? Word?")

Street dreams are made of these

Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's

A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these

Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's

A dog dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Street dreams are made of these

Shorties on they knees for playas wit' big cheese

Who am I to disagree?

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'