Yo this remix goes out to everybody out there
That call theyself keeping it real
From yours truly, Escobar and Big R
From New York to Chi-town
Check it out now!
Commissioner Steve Stout
Trackmasters, QB
Check it, yo
Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile
Give the crew pounds everytime we cover new ground
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
Take me 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 you
My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
Devoted Coach bag bitch 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 searches, clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus
Street dreamer, oh mercy mercy me
Ain't nothing out there for you
Situations getting heavy, heavy, heavy
You're trying to be a gangster
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 your 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 life you put yohr heart in it
Even though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it
Dream on, dream on
Street dreamer, yeah
Street dreamer!
Sort of wild, since a child, hope was all we had
Drip the bust out past complaning, 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 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 flip
Yo perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on yak
Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act?
I did a while back or even beyond that
He 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 your shield and meet your maker
The Queens niggas die for paper
Deep things the street dreams will take you
Street dreamer, oh mercy mercy me...