Street Dreams (feat. R. Kelly) [Remix]

Yo this remix goes to everybody out there

That call they self keeping it real

From yours truly

Escobar and Big R

From New York to Chi Town

Check it out now

Commissioner Steve Stash

Track masters

QB, check it yo

Low profile, rap style slick as Nue 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 what the guards 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 ****

Broke the average **** in 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 **** merchants, snakes and serpents

Foul jakes the searches

Clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus

Street dreamer

Oh mercy, mercy me

Ain't nothing I got for ya

Situation's getting heavy

Heavy, heavy

Trying to be a gangsta

Black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner

With the thugs

Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slingin' ****

Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night

Wasn't good enough

Pushed my luck, though they had a brother put in cuffs

Luckily, made it out of court comfortably

Judge said I need a job, ain't nothing comin' free

Could've got a one to three

I try to school these shorty's under me

But they can't see from life to death so now

We back to where we never left the ghetto

It's a damn shame

Knowing it's a man's game

Shorty, think it's time to make your plans change

All that running around trying to chase

What's already here, been there

It's going nowhere

Pop's 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 life you put your heart in it

Even though it seems we being targeted

Let that brother R hit it

Street dreamer

Oh mercy mercy me

Ain't nothing I got for ya

Situation's getting heavy

Heavy heavy

Trying to be a gangsta

Dream on, dream on

Dream on, dream on

Dream on, dream on

Dream on, dream on

Street dreamer

Yeah street dreamer, dream on

Dreamer

Sort of wild, since a child, hope was all we had

Dreamt of plushed out pads, complaining

The mental straining

How many in my crew is into gaining

Subtract the weak links about the chain and

Rise and start reignin'

Blasphemy using Nas' name in vain

Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name

I tried to learn the game and 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 a disguise, put a **** to me

Hungry he went on to chastise

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 flipped

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 even 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 air like I lost in the battlefield

That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal

Grab ya shield and meet your maker

The Queens **** die for paper

These things, the street dreams'll take you

Street dreamer

Oh mercy mercy me

Ain't nothing I got for ya

Situations getting heavy

Heavy heavy

Trying to be a gangsta

Street dreamer

Oh mercy mercy me

Ain't nothing I got for ya

Situations getting heavy

Heavy heavy

Trying to be a gangsta

Street dreamer

Oh mercy mercy me

Aint nothing I got for ya