Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there
There call they self keeping it real
For yours truly, Escobar and Big R
For New York to Chi town
Check it out now
Commissioner Steve Stiles
Track masters
QB
Check, yo
Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile
Give the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds
Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence
I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents
Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure
My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?
But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track
From with the Gods focus on hard
Laid up smoking cigars, motioning maids to bring me toast
And eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
Devoted coach bag b***h
Broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
But what's the purpose?
Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist
I'm physically trapped down on the surface
With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents
Foul jakes that search us
Clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus
(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster (word up)
The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs
Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
Pushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs
Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
Judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free
Could've got a one to three
I try to school these shorties under me
But they can't see from life to death
So know we back to where we never left the ghetto
It's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game
Shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change
All that running round trying to chase
What's already here, been there, it's going nowhere
Pops told me knuckle up, no fear
I wish some of these killings they could be prevented
Whatever happens it was written meaning God meant it
But during ya life you put ya heart in it
Even though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it
(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, street dreamer
Dream on
Sort of wild, since a child
Hope was all we had, drip the bust out past
Complaining the mental straining
How many in my crew is into gaining?
Subtract the weak links about the chaining
Rise it start raining
Blasphemy, using Nas name in vain
Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name
I tried to learn the game and the only thing I found incredible
Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)
And it's embedded in my heart now
So I can sit back, count a stack and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguise
Put a gun to me, hungry he went on to chastize
That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment
Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with
My first thought was how the game flip
Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked, drunk in a party on Yac
Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act
I did a while back or beyond that
You got me laying face flat, saying my grace black
Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that
Nightmares, feeling real, word to Will
My A-Alike I lost in the battlefield
That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
Grab ya shield, and meet ya maker
The Queens niggas die for paper
Deep things, the street dreams will take ya
(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
Trying to be a gangster
Street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
