Текст песни Nas f R. Kelly - Street Dreams 12"
Nas f R. Kelly - Street Dreams 12" слова песни
[Nas]Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu NileGive the crew pounds everytime we cover new groundsStill surviving but there`s a few down, back in the essenceI`m asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescentsQuiet confession, the system`s applying the pressureMy mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?But not to be obliged with the mirageof cars taking you off track from with the gods focus on hardLaid up smoking cigarsMotioning maids to bring me toast and eggsKosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke yamy wisdom culture lives in ultra madnessdevoted coach bag bitchbroke the average nigga`s hopes to get mad richBut what`s the purposeOnly the Gods can watch the Earth twistI`m physically trapped down on the surfacewith all the crack merchantssnakes and serpentsfoul jakes the searchesclowns with four pounds this ain`t a circus.[Chorus: R. Kelly]Street dreamerOh mercy mercy meAin`t nothing I got for yaSituations gettin heavyHeavy, heavyTrying to be a gangster[Nas]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 drugsCause I`m hooded up, thought a G a night wasn`t good enoughPushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffsLuckily, made it out of court comfortablyJudge said I need a job ain`t nothing coming freeCould`ve got a one to threeI try to school these shorties under mebut they can`t see From life to deathso know we back to where we never left the ghettoIt`s a damn shame, knowing it`s a man`s gameShorty thinks it`s time to make ya plans changeAll that running round trying to chase what`s already here - been there, it`s going nowherePops told me knuckle up - no fearI wish some of these killingsthey could be preventedwhatever happens it was writtenmeaning God meant itbut during ya life you put ya heart in iteven though it seems we being targetedlet that brother R hit it[Chorus] (extended)[Nas]Sort of wild, since a child, hope was all we hadDrip the bust out pastcomplaning the mental straininghow many in my crew is into gainingsubtract the weak links about the chainingrise it start rainingBlasphemy using Nas name in vainSome claim supreme being yet they lied in his nameI tried to learn the gameand the only thing I found incredibleEverything 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 stackand play my part nowI saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguisePut a gun to me hungry he went on to chastizeThat`s Nas ain`t it, made it rich from entertainmentFresh Wally`s painted, as he told the kid he came withMy first thought was how the game flipYo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yakOr was I marked for a contract for some foul actI did a while back or beyond thatYou got me laying face flatSaying my grace black, woke up in a cold sweatYo, I hate thatMy err` like I lost in the battlefieldThat`s why I hit the mic with mad appealGrab ya shield and meet ya makerQueens niggas die for paperThese the things the street dreams will take ya[Chorus] (repeat to the end)