Street Dreams instrumental
Nas Lyrics


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Uh, what, what, uh

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing 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 realty
For real G, I'ma fulfill 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 eye 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 catching feelings?

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein alcoholic
Nine-hundred-ninety nine thou' from being 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, smoking 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 living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping 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
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans
G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Yeah, nigga, what?
Oh, shit
Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?
Yo, they shot dunn, dawg
Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-
Look, he on his back right now
We gotta get up outta here, son
Yo, come on run, yo
Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga
Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Yo, I twisted that kid, right?
Hell yeah, dunn
Yo, why you-
Yo, yo, come on though
(Oh, shit)
Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo
You think somebody peeped that?
Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-
Get rid of the heat, yo
Fuck that
Get rid of the heat, yo
Come on, come on, I'm threw that shit, come on




We gotta bounce, yo
Let's bounce

Overall Meaning

"Street Dreams" by Nas is a song about the aspirations of people from the streets of New York City. The lyrics explore the dreams and desires of young people from impoverished backgrounds who are seeking to better their lives through drug trafficking, prostitution, and other illegal means. The song opens with the titular phrase "Street dreams are made of these," which sets the tone for the rest of the track. Nas narrates a story of a young drug dealer who is looking to break into the game and make a name for himself. He paints a vivid picture of what it's like to be an entrepreneur in the drug trade, describing the risks and rewards that come with that lifestyle.


The song is a powerful commentary on the social and economic conditions of urban America in the late 1990s. It highlights the inequality and injustice that pervades many inner-city neighborhoods, where opportunities for economic advancement are limited, and drugs and crime are rampant. Nas uses his lyrics to shed light on these issues and express empathy for those who have been forced into these lifestyles by circumstance.


Overall, "Street Dreams" is a compelling piece of social commentary that speaks to the experiences of many young people who grow up in economically disadvantaged areas of America. It is a powerful reminder of the importance of addressing systemic issues that lead to poverty and inequality.


Line by Line Meaning

Street dreams are made of these
The things that people yearn for in life are often what makes up their dreams and aspirations.


Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
Many people strive for status and financial success, displaying it through the cars they drive.


A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Some individuals see selling drugs as their only means to achieve financial wealth and they take this path despite the risks involved.


Everybody's looking for something
Every individual has a goal they are aiming to achieve in life, whether it's to attain wealth, status, or happiness.


Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Women are willing to do whatever it takes to maintain a relationship with wealthy and powerful men.


Who am I to disagree?
The singer acknowledges the reality of the situation and recognizes that people will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.


My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
The singer's friend gave him a cut of the profits from selling drugs, specifically one-fourth of a kilogram.


Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
The artist is on his way to Delaware, bringing nothing with him except for a change of clothes.


Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
The artist is only thinking about the marijuana he just smoked.


With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
The artist's eyes are glazed over from the effects of marijuana, a feeling that he associates with craving the drug.


Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
The singer is a criminal who has already attempted to evade law enforcement twice before.


Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
The police had no leads on the criminal's identity, but now they have a copy of his fingerprints.


Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty
The singer maintains that he is innocent until proven guilty in court.


I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
The singer plans on getting rich, buying a nightclub and getting into real estate.


For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream
The singer is determined to achieve his goals.


If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
The artist knows that he needs to keep his criminal activities hidden in order to become successful and wealthy.


The first trip without the clique
The artist is making a drug deal alone for the first time.


Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
The singer is sending a woman to deliver drugs.


Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
The singer has a new car with New York license plates that he hopes will not attract the attention of the police.


I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes
The artist wants to be wealthy and successful, owning a nice car and having an endless supply of money.


God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million
The artist is frustrated with the difficulty of achieving financial success through legal means.


Without the FBI catching feelings
The artist wants to be successful without drawing unwanted attention from law enforcement agencies.


From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
The singer has gone from being overweight to being successful and attractive, which has garnered him attention from others.


Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
The artist has a successful drug-selling operation that covers a large area.


Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
The singer carrying guns was not making him wealthy, and he is starting to attract the attention of informants.


Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
The singer lives with his mother but is still involved in illegal activities, and he occasionally disposes of drugs by flushing them down the toilet.


Two sips from bein alcoholic
The singer is dangerously close to developing alcoholism.


Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it
The artist was close to being financially successful, but he is now fully committed to achieving his goals.


My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
The artist's friend had a premonition like that of the psychic Dionne Warwick.


A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
The singer and his friends are working together to achieve a smarter, more successful dream that they can all benefit from.


The cartel Argentina coke with the nina
The singer is dealing with a drug cartel and is selling cocaine imported from Argentina, using a semiautomatic handgun to protect himself.


Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina
The artist is smoking a type of marijuana known as sessamina in a hotel room.


Trina got the fishscale between her
A woman named Trina is carrying a high-quality form of cocaine, known as fishscale.


The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
Trina's dancing is so incredible that it surprises even the toughest guys the artist knows.


She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Trina's presence in the singer's life has improved his quality of life, allowing him to buy fresh and expensive food.


Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
The artist is wearing the same shoes as NBA player David Robinson - expensive Walle moccasins.


Bitches blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM
Women want the singer so much that they are willing to give him oral sex while he is driving his BMW convertible.


Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
The singer is bragging about his sexual prowess, implying that he had sex with a woman in a very satisfying way.


Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
The singer grew up in a low-income housing project and is now dreaming of achieving more in life.


Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
The artist is looking at successful individuals with admiration and envy.


Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans
The wealthy people in the artist's community are flaunting their success through their flashy European cars.


G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n
The singer is aware of people in his community who have died from drug overdoses.


Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
The singer has a history of engaging in destructive activities as a young person.


Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The artist idolized rappers who glorified criminal activities and violence.


The street raised me up, giving a fuck
The artist's experiences in the streets shaped his personality and outlook on life.


I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up
The artist once thought that owning a pair of Air Jordan sneakers and a gold chain would make him successful.


I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
The singer was familiar with every aspect of the drug trade, knowing the people who used, sold, and were addicted to drugs.


Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
The artist skipped school to smoke marijuana and drink alcohol.


Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money
The singer finds it ironic that he got involved in selling drugs, specifically crack cocaine.


With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
Despite the risks involved with carrying weapons, the singer is so desperate for money that he continues with his illegal activities.


A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years
The singer spent a lot of time hanging out in the hallway of his apartment building, drinking beer and wasting time.


Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
Some people in the artist's community chose to sell drugs as a way of making a living.


But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
The artist wants to leave his criminal lifestyle behind but is finding it difficult to do so.


With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out
The singer plans to buy a Jeep with tinted windows and spend money without worrying about running out of funds.




Lyrics ยฉ JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Annie Lennox, David Allan Stewart, Ernest E. Dixon, James Pennington, Jean Claude Olivier, Johnny Lee Jackson, Nasir Jones, Roy Hamilton, Samuel J. Barnes, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyruss Gerald Himes

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EyeCandy

Woooo! Sing these bars mayneโ€ฆ

โ€œ I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' - tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where them cowards goin'
Well, are you still down? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of - every time we ride
Hittin' - up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
F- with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyes
'Cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh Benz, flauntin' flashy rings
Uhh, - pursue me like a dream
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a - razor blade
Say money bring - bring lies
One - gettin' jealous and - die
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas in low riders and ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on meโ€



Omriko

Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
Nothing 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 fulfill 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, Armor All Benz and endless papes
God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million
Without the FBI catching feelings

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

From fat cat to papi, niggas see the cat
Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein alcoholic
Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being 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, smoking 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 living sweeter, fresh Caesar
Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
Bitches blow me while hopping 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
Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans
G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up, giving a fuck
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living 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? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something



๐Ÿ‘‘Bloodline of King Paiimon ๐Ÿ‘‘

Make the mic bleed rhyming justice league
Enemies grow fatigue flows breeze
Pass the auroras explorin' like dorah
Thr lyrical Torah none could ignore tha
Crowds I draw without a pen and pad
Expressed my crown without getting mad
Fuck my dad cuz most of my life I had
To scrapes for crumbs feelin' succumb
To the drugs that come lynched ya mentality
Verbally hung I penetrate from United States to Hong Kong
Sounds of the gong
Tryna make a living hustling embezzling
This life ain't really giving still missin'
The eternal blessing from stressing
So many enemies flashin' the smiff and wessons
Everydays a new sessions with no questions
Why is the beef growing folks claim they wise
But the wisdom is still unknowing



Its Kasey

Uhh, what, what, uhh..
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 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
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 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
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
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



craigpiercer79

"Come on bring it, come on, come on"
(Chorus)
Skrilla for Rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for Rilla, money ain't a thang
Suade, leather, gators and cains
Skrilla for Rilla, money ain't a thang
Superfly hoes wit' a nose for g's
Skrilla for Rilla, money ain't a thang
Black trucks rollin' on triple gold D's

(Violent J talking)
"Rydas...for life...bitch" (gunshot)

(Monoxide Child)
Skrilla's for Rilla, money's everything
Smack you and your bitch for a dollar and some change
Lookin' strange, mean-muggin' in 'da back of 'da club
I'm hangin' out, gettin' drunk wit' my nigga Tom Dub
Hoes showin' mad love, (yea yea!)'cuz the money be right
I'm outta sight wit' the diamonds shinin' bright foo
Slap a bitch and I'm in it for free
But believe 'dat all the money's commin' wit' me, what?

(Jamie Madrox)
I've been spendin' cheddar since it jingled in my pockets
Programmed my mind since birth, obtaining profit
Yea I got it, $1, $5's and $10's
No, high denominations won't fly by the fed's
Still I got the flow safe
Wit' more Benji's then the sugar in your cupcake ass so tell a friend Wait, You can tell'em, I stay green like Willie
Skrilla for Rilla, my nigga tell me can you feel me?

Chorusx1

(Myzery)
Motherfucka never contest, but I'm heavy into stress
Pack a Glock in the vest, and the skrilla's what I quest
In the passenger side of the Navi
Right behind the Black Caddy
Rollin' deep, all these bitches lookin' at me
Shinin', flossin' diamonds
Now that I'm in the mood to bump these sounds louder than the cop sirens
Move the keys from over-seas, who cosign me?
To the streets, to these killas, to make the skrilla

(Violent J)
I wanna bank the skrilly for rilly what the dilly?
It ain't silly, I'm tryin' to bank like 30 or 40 milly
And be the big willy, wit' the flake deal
Fuck mowin' lawns, and servin' up Happy Meals
I fold my $1's in a knot, and slap my $50 on top
And front the bitches like "oh look what I dropped"
Bitch took it and broke, I had to laugh
And aimed at the back of her head & blew it in half
Chorusx1

(Blaze)
I'm gettin' paid, cash money, cheddar cheese
Just picked up 8 pounds of weed
I'm gettin' skrilla, that's the deala, can you filla
True OG neighborhood cap peela?
Underground drug deala, with the 15 watts
And another Bentley parked outside
Fuck you bitch you'll still get jacked
Cuz' I always leave my mother fuckin' pistol packed

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
Skrilla for Rilla foo', ima killa
Go off in your grill and run your pockets for your bills yea
Stackin' my chains, bag, cheese green and thangs
Lettin' my nuts hang jettin' down the line of Soul Train
Don Cornelius and Clip, we got money plans
Me and my man, put our hands in no less than grands
Man! fuck this, I'm out to get paid
Clockin' $2 million for my peeps and to show, yea
Chorusx1

(Violent J talking)
"One for you, five for me, one for you, ten for me, one for you, twenty for me, Skrilla's for Rilla bitch, yea, yea...Rydas, insider's,Rydas, eatin' steak, what? home heatin' slida's



๐Ÿ‘‘Bloodline of King Paiimon ๐Ÿ‘‘

Foes beggin' foe one more chance I glance
Into the moonshine laughing master my crafting
As time passes away totes of the Mary J
To let my thoughts fly away and land
Into another dimension caught in the realms of detention
My spiritual commission laid by the goetias christening
Many not listening
Fake news interventions guns busting
That's just the energies struggling
Most folks die with nothing gluttons to unbutton
A lost mystery I a key to the misery like Jesus to Rome
Catch me slippin' only to brace a funeral home
And even then I still won't be gone
I'm half way stone
One eye creekin' out my coffin top none could drop
Im a keep mashin' til my third soul stops
Forever be settin' the plots investin' in glocks
Street dreams...



MannyDaFourthest

A Vendetta has spawned
But bloods all chemically drawn
And all my polished thoughts are embellished in songs
My relics are pawns
But I strike back and capture ya queen
And if I go I'm just caught in
a rapture it seems
My flows sickening but nobody's got the vaccine
Stay unseen on the scene breaking through your regime
come through with the means of a psycho
And murder your rhymes
The stones that I throw knock down 3 birds at a time
If the words aren't mine
Then you haven't heard the verbally gifted
And with my words all that falls becomes lifted
Id give it all for a chance to grow tall and persistent
In this game and let the real truth visit your ears for a change
What goes around comes around and now its all the same
The only thing different is their name
And their vision of the fame
But in the end we all try to take it
Our rhymes are hot and the spot at the top remains vacant.



All comments from YouTube:

youngbrandon654

Why are y'all arguing over who used the beat first? Nas and Pac are both great legends. ๏ปฟ

PsychoWithAComputer

Linda Clifford used it first, she's the original

9 8

Lshab 9437 ..

Lshab 9437

I watched an interview of pac when he was still in high school, I don't know if it's real, but he sure appeared to be homosexual.

TheMack1993

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Miggy Hypocrypt

Don't matter who brought it out first, both Hip-Hop Legends murdered the beat and made it the hip-Hop classic that it is today.

larrence029

all yall say he sampled tupac...actually he sampled Linda Clifford- Never Gonna Stop

Ddl

And people have a history of stealing NaS/ primo/ whoever was producing at the time for himโ€™s beats. Like when NaS and primo first weโ€™re gonna use the juicy beat but they couldnโ€™t find the record for sampling it, a month later juicy released. It was reported in like โ€˜99โ€

Brandon Norman

Thatโ€™s true

AUGUSTIN MADOUMA MA LEWANDJA

Yes but Tupac put that sample extremely famous

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