Kunci: C# minor
Verse 1
Dm
Uh, what, what, uh
F
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and
300 E's
G
A drug dealer's destiny is
Dm
reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
F
Street dreams are made of
G
Dm
these
F
G
Shorties on they knees for niggas
Dm
F
with big
G
Dm
cheese
F
Dm
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking
F
for something
Verse 2
My man put me up for the share, one-
Am
fourth of a square
Dm
Headed for Delaware,
F
with one change of gear
Nothing on my mind but
G
Dm
the dime sack we blazed
F
G
Dm
With the glaze
F
in my eye
Am
G
, that we find when we crave
Dm
Dollars and cents,
F
G
a fugitive with two attempts
Dm
Jakes had no trace of the face,
F
now they drew a print
G
Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty
C
Dm
I'ma try to get filthy,
F
purchase a club and start up realty
Am
For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream
Dm
If I conceal my scheme, then
precisely I'll build my cream
F
The first trip without the clique
G
Dm
F
G
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick,
Dm
this is it
F
Am
Dm
F
G
Am
Fresh face, NY plates got a
Dm
F
crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz
C
and endless papes
Dm
God sake, what nigga got to do
F
to make a half million
Am
Without the FBI catching feelings?
Verse 3
Dm
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
F
A drug dealer's destiny is
reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
G
Am
Dm
Street dreams
are made of these
F
Shorties on they knees for niggas
with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
G
Everybody's looking for something
Verse 4
Dm
From Fat Cat to Pappy,
F
niggas see the cat
Twenty- five to flat,
C
Dm
push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making
F
me fat, snitches on my back
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing
Am
crack down the toilet
Two sips from bein alcoholic
Dm
F
Nine- hundred- ninety nine
thou' from being rich
Am
But now, I'm all for it
Dm
My man saw it like
Dionne Warwick
F
A wiser team for a wiser dream
Am
we could all score with
Dm
The cartel,
F
G
Dm
Argentina coke with the nina
F
Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina
G
Trina got the fishscale between her
Dm
F
The way the bitch shook her ass,
G
Am
yo, the dogs never seen her
Dm
F
She got me back living sweeter,
fresh Caesar
G
Guess, David Robinson's,
Dm
F
Walle' moccasins
G
Dm
Bitches blow me while hopping in
F
the drop- top BM'
Am
Word is bond, son, I had that
Dm
F
bitch down on my shit like this
G
Street dream
Verse 5
Dm
s are
F
G
made of these
Am
Dm
F
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny
is reaching a ki
Am
Everybody's looking for something
C
Dm
Street dreams are made of these
F
Shorties on they knees for
niggas with big cheese
Am
Who am I to disagree?
Dm
Everybody's looking
F
for something
Verse 6
Growing up project- struck,
Am
Dm
looking for luck, dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what
I'm seeing
F
Cars, ghetto stars pushing
ill Europeans
G'ing, heard about them old
G
timers OD'ing
Young, early 80's, throwing
Dm
rocks at the crazy lady
Worshipping every word them rope
F
rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up giving a fuck
G
C
Dm
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain
was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers,
F
the addicts, everybody
Am
Cut out of class just to smoke
Dm
blunts and drink noddy
Ain't that funny? Getting
F
put on to crack money
With all the gunplay,
G
Dm
painting the kettle black hungry
F
Am
A case of beers in the staircase,
Dm
I wasted years
F
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping
coke as they career
C
Dm
But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out
of the heat, no doubt
F
With Jeeps tinted out, spending,
Am
never holding out
Verse 7
Dm
Street dreams are made of these Niggas push
Bimmers and 300 E's
F
A drug dealer's destiny
is reaching a ki
Am
Everybody's looking for something
Dm
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees
F
for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
G
Street dreams are made of these Niggas
Verse 8
Dm
push Bimmers and
300 E's
F
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki
G
Everybody's looking for something
Dm
F
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for
niggas with big cheese
Am
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for
Dm
something
Yeah, nigga, what? Oh, shit
Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?
F
Yo, they shot dunn,
Verse 9
dawg
Am
Dm
Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all,
F
G
Dm
F
I don't give a fuck-
G
Look, he on his back right now
Dm
F
We gotta get up outta
here, son
Yo, come on run, yo
Am
Dm
Watch out, man, yo watch out ,
watch out, nigga
Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
F
Yo, I twisted that kid, right?
Am
Hell yeah, dunn
Dm
Yo, why you-
Yo, yo, come on though
(Oh, shit)
F
Yo, we gotta got up outta here,
yo
G
You think somebody
Dm
F
peeped that?
Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo,
Am
as long as we get rid o-
Dm
Get rid of the heat, yo
Fuck that
F
Get rid of the heat, yo
Come on, come on, I'm threw that shit,
come on
We gotta bounce, yo
Let's bounce
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