[{"id":22948455,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams (Single)","duration":250.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\nWith all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\nBut I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\n\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n\"Oh, sh-!\"\n\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77] Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87] Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19] Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22] Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75] With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87] Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81] Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26] Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95] I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23] For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08] If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95] The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79] Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22] Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05] I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78] God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05] Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73] Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22] From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84] Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27] Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13] Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62] Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84] Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58] A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32] The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33] Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79] The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56] She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25] B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49] Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17] Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64] Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43] Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88] G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42] Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85] Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28] The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33] I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80] I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85] Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36] Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n[03:05.12] With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n[03:07.59] A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n[03:10.88] Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n[03:12.80] But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n[03:16.32] With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n[03:18.41] Street dreams are made of these\n[03:20.43] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[03:23.99] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[03:26.37] Everybody's looking for something\n[03:29.33] Street dreams are made of these\n[03:31.63] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[03:34.36] Who am I to disagree?\n[03:36.80] Everybody's looking for something\n[03:39.71] Street dreams are made of these\n[03:42.05] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[03:44.90] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[03:47.25] Everybody's looking for something\n[03:50.42] Street dreams are made of these\n[03:53.17] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[03:55.51] Who am I to disagree?\n[03:58.04] Everybody's looking for something\n[04:06.42] \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n[04:06.64] \"Oh, sh-!\"\n[04:08.92] \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54] \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78] \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71] \"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Street Dreams (Single)\n  duration_ms: 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Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":39127460,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams CDS","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! 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Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54] \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78] \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71] \"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Chapter 199. 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Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":38553065,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\nWith all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\nBut I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\n\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n\"Oh, sh-!\"\n\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77]Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87]Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45]My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19]Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22]Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75]With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87]Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81]Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26]Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95]I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23]For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08]If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95]The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79]Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22]Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05]I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78]God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05]Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73]Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22]From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84]Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27]Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13]Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62]Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84]Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72]My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58]A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32]The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33]Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63]Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79]The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56]She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10]Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25]B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49]Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17]Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32]Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64]Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43]Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88]G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42]Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85]Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28]The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33]I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80]I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85]Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36]Ain't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54]\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78]\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71]\"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08]We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49]\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56]\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54]\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39]\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74]\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62]\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50]\"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76]\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33](Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13]\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24]\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49]\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85]Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59]\"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04]\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45]\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30]\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30]\"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas\n  duration_ms: 279941\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":38689817,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77]Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87]Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45]My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19]Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22]Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75]With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87]Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81]Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26]Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95]I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23]For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08]If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95]The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79]Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22]Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05]I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78]God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05]Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73]Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22]From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84]Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27]Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13]Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62]Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84]Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72]My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58]A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32]The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33]Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63]Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79]The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56]She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10]Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25]B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49]Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17]Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32]Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64]Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43]Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88]G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42]Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85]Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28]The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33]I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80]I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85]Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36]Ain't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"'\n  start_ms: 248920\n  end_ms: 249540\n- text: '\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"'\n  start_ms: 249540\n  end_ms: 251780\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y''all, I don''t give a f-\"'\n  start_ms: 251780\n  end_ms: 252710\n- text: '\"Look! We on his back right now'\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: '\"I want some more n-, come on!\"'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: '\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: '\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"'\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: '\"Yo, yo hol'' up, hol'' up, hol'' up!\"'\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262740\n- text: '\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"'\n  start_ms: 262740\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: '\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"'\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 266500\n- text: '\"Yo why you-\"'\n  start_ms: 266500\n  end_ms: 267760\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, come on though\"'\n  start_ms: 267760\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: (Oh, sh-)\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: '\"You think somebody peeped that?\"'\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 271490\n- text: '\"Yo, hell yeah, I''m saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-'\n  start_ms: 271490\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 274850\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: '\"F- that!\"'\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 277040\n- text: '\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 277040\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: '\"C''mon, c''mon, I''m through that shit, c''mon\"'\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"Let''s bounce!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278350\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what, what, uh\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n  Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\n  For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n  Without the FBI catching feelings\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n  Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein alcoholic\n  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\n  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n  Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n  Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n  Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n  Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n  The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\n  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n  Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":9293255,"name":"Street Dreams (album version)","trackName":"Street Dreams (album version)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what? What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gear\nNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\nI'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\nFor real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\nGod's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\nWithout the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nIll designer fleece, studded marquise\nA letter L on my car keys\nThuggin' hard on Cavarse\n'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\nMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\nI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\nSeems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\nLike a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\nWarrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\nPandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\nGrand openings of barbershops and stock\nMy jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\nLivin' like a Pablo\nPapi like a poncho\nUntil the state patrollers pulled us over\nFound the guns and the good\nHad a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\nI'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\nLooked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\nTook my diamonds in for the pawnin'\nNow I'm back on it, climbin'\nMovin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\nSo many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\nMade some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\nBig lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\nGS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\nBack on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\nNearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? 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(Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear\n  Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\n  For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\n  God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\n  Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n  25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n  Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n  Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n  But now, I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\n  The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n  I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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(Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear\n  Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\n  For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\n  God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\n  Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? 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(Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n  25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n  Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n  Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n  But now, I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\n  The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n  I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n  A letter L on my car keys\n  Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n  'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n  Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n  I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n  Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n  Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n  Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\n  Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n  Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n  My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n  Livin' like a Pablo\n  Papi like a poncho\n  Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n  Found the guns and the good\n  Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\n  I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n  Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n  Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n  Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n  Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n  So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n  Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n  Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n  GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n  Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n  Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n"},{"id":9874407,"name":"Street Dreams (bonus verse)","trackName":"Street Dreams (bonus verse)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what? What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gear\nNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\nI'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\nFor real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\nGod's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\nWithout the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nIll designer fleece, studded marquise\nA letter L on my car keys\nThuggin' hard on Cavarse\n'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\nMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\nI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\nSeems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\nLike a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\nWarrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\nPandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\nGrand openings of barbershops and stock\nMy jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\nLivin' like a Pablo\nPapi like a poncho\nUntil the state patrollers pulled us over\nFound the guns and the good\nHad a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\nI'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\nLooked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\nTook my diamonds in for the pawnin'\nNow I'm back on it, climbin'\nMovin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\nSo many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\nMade some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\nBig lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\nGS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\nBack on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\nNearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams (bonus verse)\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what? What?\n  (Uh, what?)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear\n  Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\n  For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\n  God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\n  Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n  25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n  Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n  Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n  But now, I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\n  The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n  I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\n  Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n  A letter L on my car keys\n  Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n  'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n  Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n  I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n  Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n  Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n  Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\n  Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n  Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n  My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n  Livin' like a Pablo\n  Papi like a poncho\n  Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n  Found the guns and the good\n  Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\n  I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n  Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n  Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n  Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n  Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n  So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n  Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n  Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n  GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n  Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n  Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n"},{"id":26991622,"name":"Street Dreams (remix instrumental)","trackName":"Street Dreams (remix instrumental)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there\nThere call they self keeping it real\nFor yours truly, Escobar and Big R\nFor New York to Chi town\nCheck it out now\nCommissioner Steve Stiles\nTrack masters\nQB\nCheck, yo\n\nLow profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile\nGive the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds\nStill surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence\nI'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents\nQuiet confession, the system's applying the pressure\nMy mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?\nBut not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track\nFrom with the Gods focus on hard\nLaid up smoking cigars, motioning maids to bring me toast\nAnd eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya\n\nMy wisdom culture lives in ultra madness\nDevoted coach bag bitch\nBroke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich\nBut what's the purpose?\nOnly the Gods can watch the Earth twist\nI'm physically trapped down on the surface\nWith all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents\nFoul jakes that search us\nClowns with four pounds this ain't a circus\n\n(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\nAin't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\nSituations get heavy, heavy, heavy\nTrying to be a gangster (word up)\n\nThe black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs\nLate night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs\n'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough\nPushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs\nLuckily, made it out of court comfortably\nJudge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free\nCould've got a one to three\nI try to school these shorties under me\nBut they can't see from life to death\nSo know we back to where we never left the ghetto\n\nIt's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game\nShorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change\nAll that running round trying to chase\nWhat's already here, been there, it's going nowhere\nPops told me knuckle up, no fear\nI wish some of these killings they could be prevented\nWhatever happens it was written meaning God meant it\nBut during ya life you put ya heart in it\nEven though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it\n\n(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\nAin't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\nSituations get heavy, heavy, heavy\nTrying to be a gangster\n\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, street dreamer\nDream on\n\nSort of wild, since a child\nHope was all we had, drip the bust out past\nComplaining the mental straining\nHow many in my crew is into gaining?\nSubtract the weak links about the 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Stiles\n  Track masters\n  QB\n  Check, yo\n\n  Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile\n  Give the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds\n  Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence\n  I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents\n  Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure\n  My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?\n  But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track\n  From with the Gods focus on hard\n  Laid up smoking cigars, motioning maids to bring me toast\n  And eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya\n\n  My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness\n  Devoted coach bag bitch\n  Broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich\n  But what's the purpose?\n  Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist\n  I'm physically trapped down on the surface\n  With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents\n  Foul jakes that search us\n  Clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus\n\n  (Street dreamer) street 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written meaning God meant it\n  But during ya life you put ya heart in it\n  Even though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it\n\n  (Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\n  Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\n  Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy\n  Trying to be a gangster\n\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, street dreamer\n  Dream on\n\n  Sort of wild, since a child\n  Hope was all we had, drip the bust out past\n  Complaining the mental straining\n  How many in my crew is into gaining?\n  Subtract the weak links about the chaining\n  Rise it start raining\n  Blasphemy, using Nas name in vain\n  Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name\n  I tried to learn the game and the only thing I found incredible\n  Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)\n  And it's embedded in my heart now\n\n  So I can sit back, count a stack and play my part 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What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? 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(Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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Word)\n[02:14.29] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[02:17.01] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[02:19.52] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[02:22.12] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:25.03] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[02:27.50] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[02:30.19] Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n[02:32.76] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:35.07] Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n[02:37.04] A letter L on my car keys\n[02:38.52] Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n[02:40.48] 'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n[02:43.01] Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n[02:45.93] I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n[02:48.45] Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n[02:50.84] Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n[02:53.72] Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n[02:56.46] Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n[02:59.09] Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n[03:01.33] My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n[03:03.57] Livin' like a Pablo\n[03:04.96] Papi like a poncho\n[03:06.39] Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n[03:08.13] Found the guns and the good\n[03:09.47] Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n[03:12.18] I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n[03:13.65] Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n[03:16.36] Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n[03:18.51] Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n[03:20.17] Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n[03:22.94] So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n[03:25.50] Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n[03:28.17] Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n[03:30.66] GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n[03:33.32] Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n[03:36.00] Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n[03:38.75] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:41.11] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[03:43.98] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[03:46.52] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[03:49.36] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:51.89] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[03:54.59] Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n[03:57.07] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[04:00.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams (bonus verse)\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Street Dreams\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, what? What?\n  start_ms: 210\n  end_ms: 1950\n- text: (Uh, what?)\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 2710\n- text: Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  start_ms: 2710\n  end_ms: 5380\n- text: Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  start_ms: 5380\n  end_ms: 7870\n- text: A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  start_ms: 7870\n  end_ms: 10380\n- text: Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  start_ms: 10380\n  end_ms: 13280\n- text: Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  start_ms: 13280\n  end_ms: 15740\n- text: Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  start_ms: 15740\n  end_ms: 18200\n- text: Who am I to disagree? 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Word)\n\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n  Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n  Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n  Who am I to disagree? 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(Disagree)\n  Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n"},{"id":37781858,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams / Affirmative Action (Remix)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\nWith all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\nBut I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\n\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n\"Oh, sh-!\"\n\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77]Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90]Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87]Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58]Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45]My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19]Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22]Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75]With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87]Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81]Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26]Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95]I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23]For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08]If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95]The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79]Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22]Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05]I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78]God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05]Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56]Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73]Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11]Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22]From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84]Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27]Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13]Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62]Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84]Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72]My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58]A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32]The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33]Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63]Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79]The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56]She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10]Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25]B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49]Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13]Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17]Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67]Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32]Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64]Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43]Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88]G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42]Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85]Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28]The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33]I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80]I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85]Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36]Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n[03:05.12]With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n[03:07.59]A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n[03:10.88]Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n[03:12.80]But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n[03:16.32]With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n[03:18.41]Street dreams are made of these\n[03:20.43]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[03:23.99]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[03:26.37]Everybody's looking for something\n[03:29.33]Street dreams are made of these\n[03:31.63]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[03:34.36]Who am I to disagree?\n[03:36.80]Everybody's looking for something\n[03:39.71]Street dreams are made of these\n[03:42.05]Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[03:44.90]A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[03:47.25]Everybody's looking for something\n[03:50.42]Street dreams are made of these\n[03:53.17]Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[03:55.51]Who am I to disagree?\n[03:58.04]Everybody's looking for something\n[04:06.42]\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n[04:06.64]\"Oh, sh-!\"\n[04:08.92]\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54]\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78]\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71]\"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08]We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49]\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56]\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54]\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39]\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74]\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62]\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50]\"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76]\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33](Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13]\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24]\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49]\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85]Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59]\"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04]\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45]\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30]\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30]\"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Street Dreams / Affirmative Action (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 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We on his back right now'\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: '\"I want some more n-, come on!\"'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: '\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: '\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"'\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: '\"Yo, yo hol'' up, hol'' up, hol'' up!\"'\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262740\n- text: '\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"'\n  start_ms: 262740\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: '\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"'\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 266500\n- text: '\"Yo why you-\"'\n  start_ms: 266500\n  end_ms: 267760\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, come on though\"'\n  start_ms: 267760\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: (Oh, sh-)\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: '\"You think somebody peeped that?\"'\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 271490\n- text: '\"Yo, hell yeah, I''m saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-'\n  start_ms: 271490\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 274850\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: '\"F- that!\"'\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 277040\n- text: '\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 277040\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: '\"C''mon, c''mon, I''m through that shit, c''mon\"'\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"Let''s bounce!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278350\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what, what, uh\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n  Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\n  For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n  Without the FBI catching feelings\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n  Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein alcoholic\n  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\n  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n  Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n  Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n  Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n  Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n  The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\n  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n  Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":30574948,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Nas Collection","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77] Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87] Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19] Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22] Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75] With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87] Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81] Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26] Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95] I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23] For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08] If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95] The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79] Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22] Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05] I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78] God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05] Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73] Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22] From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84] Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27] Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13] Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62] Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84] Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58] A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32] The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33] Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79] The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56] She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25] B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49] Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17] Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64] Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43] Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88] G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42] Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85] Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28] The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33] I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80] I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85] Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36] Ain't that funny? 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We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas Collection\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  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We on his back right now'\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: '\"I want some more n-, come on!\"'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: '\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: '\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"'\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: '\"Yo, yo hol'' up, hol'' up, hol'' up!\"'\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262740\n- text: '\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"'\n  start_ms: 262740\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: '\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"'\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 266500\n- text: '\"Yo why you-\"'\n  start_ms: 266500\n  end_ms: 267760\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, come on though\"'\n  start_ms: 267760\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: (Oh, sh-)\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: '\"You think somebody peeped that?\"'\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 271490\n- text: '\"Yo, hell yeah, I''m saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-'\n  start_ms: 271490\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 274850\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: '\"F- that!\"'\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 277040\n- text: '\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 277040\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: '\"C''mon, c''mon, I''m through that shit, c''mon\"'\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"Let''s bounce!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278350\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what, what, uh\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n  Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\n  For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n  Without the FBI catching feelings\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n  Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein alcoholic\n  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\n  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n  Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n  Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n  Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n  Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n  The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\n  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n  Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":18616723,"name":"Street Dreams (Album Version)","trackName":"Street Dreams (Album Version)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams (CDS)","duration":249.6,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what? What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gear\nNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\nI'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\nFor real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\nGod's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\nWithout the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nIll designer fleece, studded marquise\nA letter L on my car keys\nThuggin' hard on Cavarse\n'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\nMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\nI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\nSeems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\nLike a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\nWarrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\nPandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\nGrand openings of barbershops and stock\nMy jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\nLivin' like a Pablo\nPapi like a poncho\nUntil the state patrollers pulled us over\nFound the guns and the good\nHad a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\nI'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\nLooked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\nTook my diamonds in for the pawnin'\nNow I'm back on it, climbin'\nMovin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\nSo many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\nMade some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\nBig lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\nGS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\nBack on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\nNearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] Uh, what? What?\n[00:02.65] (Uh, what?)\n[00:02.94] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[00:05.18] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[00:07.33] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[00:10.92] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[00:13.44] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[00:16.20] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[00:18.68] Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n[00:21.77] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[00:25.78] \n[00:28.82] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:32.13] Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear\n[00:34.62] Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.11] Wit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\n[00:39.79] Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.21] Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.03] Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\n[00:47.07] I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n[00:50.25] For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:52.32] If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\n[00:55.62] The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.38] Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.09] Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\n[01:03.50] I want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.33] God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\n[01:09.56] Without the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? 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(Disagree)\n[01:29.73] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[01:32.44] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n[01:35.47] 25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:37.35] Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:40.29] Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n[01:43.58] Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n[01:45.33] Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n[01:47.46] But now, I'm all for it\n[01:48.60] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:50.67] A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n[01:53.68] The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.21] Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n[01:58.97] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:00.90] The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n[02:03.85] She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:06.44] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:08.95] Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n[02:11.68] Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n[02:12.48] I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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(Disagree)\n[02:33.06] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:35.12] Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n[02:37.17] A letter L on my car keys\n[02:39.12] Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n[02:40.56] 'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n[02:43.00] Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n[02:45.97] I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n[02:48.63] Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n[02:50.96] Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n[02:54.06] Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n[02:56.61] Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n[02:59.29] Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n[03:01.53] My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n[03:03.82] Livin' like a Pablo\n[03:05.47] Papi like a poncho\n[03:06.32] Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n[03:08.43] Found the guns and the good\n[03:09.84] Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n[03:12.33] I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n[03:13.99] Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n[03:16.69] Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n[03:18.69] Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n[03:20.16] Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n[03:23.16] So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n[03:25.83] Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n[03:28.54] Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n[03:31.24] GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n[03:33.62] Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n[03:36.17] Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n[03:39.08] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:41.40] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[03:43.74] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[03:46.90] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[03:49.57] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:52.36] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[03:54.47] Who am I to disagree? 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me\nBut they can't see from life to death\nSo know we back to where we never left the ghetto\n\nIt's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game\nShorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change\nAll that running round trying to chase\nWhat's already here, been there, it's going nowhere\nPops told me knuckle up, no fear\nI wish some of these killings they could be prevented\nWhatever happens it was written meaning God meant it\nBut during ya life you put ya heart in it\nEven though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it\n\n(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\nAin't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\nSituations get heavy, heavy, heavy\nTrying to be a gangster\n\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, dream on\nDream on, street dreamer\nDream on\n\nSort of wild, since a child\nHope was all we had, drip the bust out past\nComplaining the mental straining\nHow many in my crew is into gaining?\nSubtract the weak links 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maker\nThe Queens niggas die for paper\nDeep things, the street dreams will take ya\n\n(Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\nAin't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\nSituations get heavy, heavy, heavy\nTrying to be a gangster\n\nStreet dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.64] Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there\n[00:03.51] There call they self keeping it real\n[00:05.25] For yours truly, Escobar and Big R\n[00:09.10] For New York to Chi town\n[00:11.28] Check it out now\n[00:13.46] Commissioner Steve Stiles\n[00:16.58] Track masters\n[00:17.74] QB\n[00:20.48] Check, yo\n[00:21.92] Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile\n[00:24.55] Give the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds\n[00:27.16] Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence\n[00:30.01] I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents\n[00:32.75] Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure\n[00:35.45] My mind is guessing, is 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now\n  Commissioner Steve Stiles\n  Track masters\n  QB\n  Check, yo\n\n  Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile\n  Give the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds\n  Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence\n  I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents\n  Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure\n  My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?\n  But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track\n  From with the Gods focus on hard\n  Laid up smoking cigars, motioning maids to bring me toast\n  And eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya\n\n  My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness\n  Devoted coach bag bitch\n  Broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich\n  But what's the purpose?\n  Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist\n  I'm physically trapped down on the surface\n  With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents\n  Foul jakes that search us\n  Clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus\n\n  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Whatever happens it was written meaning God meant it\n  But during ya life you put ya heart in it\n  Even though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it\n\n  (Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)\n  Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)\n  Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy\n  Trying to be a gangster\n\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, dream on\n  Dream on, street dreamer\n  Dream on\n\n  Sort of wild, since a child\n  Hope was all we had, drip the bust out past\n  Complaining the mental straining\n  How many in my crew is into gaining?\n  Subtract the weak links about the chaining\n  Rise it start raining\n  Blasphemy, using Nas name in vain\n  Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name\n  I tried to learn the game and the only thing I found incredible\n  Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)\n  And it's embedded in my heart now\n\n  So I can sit back, count a 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What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gear\nNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\nI'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\nFor real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\nGod's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\nWithout the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? (What)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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(Disagree)\n[01:29.47] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[01:32.02] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n[01:34.97] 25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:37.24] Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:40.19] Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n[01:43.22] Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n[01:45.24] Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n[01:47.22] But now, I'm all for it\n[01:48.61] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:50.57] A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n[01:53.37] The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.05] Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n[01:58.51] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:00.68] The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n[02:03.73] She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:06.39] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:08.73] Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n[02:11.53] Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n[02:12.28] I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? Word)\n[02:14.29] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[02:17.01] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[02:19.52] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[02:22.12] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:25.03] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[02:27.50] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[02:30.19] Who am I to disagree? (Disagree)\n[02:32.76] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:35.07] Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n[02:37.04] A letter L on my car keys\n[02:38.52] Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n[02:40.48] 'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n[02:43.01] Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n[02:45.93] I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n[02:48.45] Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n[02:50.84] Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n[02:53.72] Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n[02:56.46] Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n[02:59.09] Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n[03:01.33] My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n[03:03.57] Livin' like a Pablo\n[03:04.96] Papi like a poncho\n[03:06.39] Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n[03:08.13] Found the guns and the good\n[03:09.47] Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n[03:12.18] I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n[03:13.65] Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n[03:16.36] Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n[03:18.51] Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n[03:20.17] Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n[03:22.94] So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n[03:25.50] Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n[03:28.17] Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n[03:30.66] GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n[03:33.32] Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n[03:36.00] Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n[03:38.75] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:41.11] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[03:43.98] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[03:46.52] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[03:49.36] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:51.89] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[03:54.59] Who am I to disagree? 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Getting put on to crack money\nWith all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\nBut I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\n\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n\"Oh, sh-!\"\n\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! 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Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54] \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78] \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71] \"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: Nas Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  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Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":18837261,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"The Essential Nas","duration":249.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! We on his back right now\nWe gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n\"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n\"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n\"Yo why you-\"\n\"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n(Oh, sh-)\n\n\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n\"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n\"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\nGet rid of the heat, yo!\"\n\"F- that!\"\n\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n\"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n\"Let's bounce!\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.77] Uh, what, what, uh\n[00:02.95] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:05.55] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[00:07.91] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[00:10.86] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:13.90] Street dreams are made of these\n[00:16.49] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[00:18.87] Who am I to disagree?\n[00:21.58] Everybody's looking for something\n[00:29.45] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n[00:33.19] Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n[00:35.22] Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n[00:37.75] With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n[00:39.87] Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n[00:42.81] Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n[00:45.26] Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n[00:47.95] I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n[00:51.23] For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n[00:53.08] If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n[00:55.95] The first trip without the clique\n[00:57.79] Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n[01:00.22] Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n[01:04.05] I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n[01:06.78] God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n[01:10.05] Without the FBI catching feelings\n[01:12.04] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:14.24] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[01:16.89] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[01:19.55] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:22.56] Street dreams are made of these\n[01:24.97] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[01:27.73] Who am I to disagree?\n[01:30.11] Everybody's looking for something\n[01:33.22] From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n[01:35.84] Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:38.27] Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:41.13] Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n[01:43.62] Two sips from bein alcoholic\n[01:45.84] Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n[01:49.72] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:51.58] A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n[01:54.32] The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.33] Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n[01:59.63] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:01.79] The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n[02:04.56] She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:07.10] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:10.25] B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n[02:12.49] Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n[02:15.47] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:17.48] Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n[02:20.69] A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n[02:22.90] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:26.13] Street dreams are made of these\n[02:28.58] Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n[02:31.17] Who am I to disagree?\n[02:33.67] Everybody's looking for something\n[02:36.32] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n[02:38.64] Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n[02:41.43] Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n[02:43.88] G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n[02:46.42] Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n[02:49.85] Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n[02:52.28] The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n[02:54.33] I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n[02:56.80] I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n[02:59.85] Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n[03:02.36] Ain't that funny? 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We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: The Essential Nas\n  duration_ms: 249440\n  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Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":35416935,"name":"Street Dreams","trackName":"Street Dreams","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"The Essential NAS","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what, what, uh\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware, with one change of gear\nNothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWith the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent, til proven guilty\nI'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\nFor real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\nGod sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\nWithout the FBI catching feelings\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nFrom fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHolding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\nLiving with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\nThe cartel Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nB- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nGrowing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\nScoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\nCars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\nG'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\nYoung, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\nThe street raised me up, giving a fuck\nI thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! 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We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: The Essential NAS\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  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We on his back right now'\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: '\"I want some more n-, come on!\"'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: '\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: '\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"'\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: '\"Yo, yo hol'' up, hol'' up, hol'' up!\"'\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262740\n- text: '\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"'\n  start_ms: 262740\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: '\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"'\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 266500\n- text: '\"Yo why you-\"'\n  start_ms: 266500\n  end_ms: 267760\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, come on though\"'\n  start_ms: 267760\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: (Oh, sh-)\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: '\"You think somebody peeped that?\"'\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 271490\n- text: '\"Yo, hell yeah, I''m saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-'\n  start_ms: 271490\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 274850\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: '\"F- that!\"'\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 277040\n- text: '\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 277040\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: '\"C''mon, c''mon, I''m through that shit, c''mon\"'\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"Let''s bounce!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278350\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what, what, uh\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n  Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\n  For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n  Without the FBI catching feelings\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n  Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein alcoholic\n  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\n  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n  Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n  Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n  Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n  Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n  The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\n  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n  Ain't that funny? 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Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"},{"id":10146479,"name":"Street Dreams (album version)","trackName":"Street Dreams (album version)","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"Street Dreams (The Remixes)","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, what? What?\n(Uh, what?)\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? (Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nMy man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\nHeaded for Delaware wit' one change of gear\nNothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\nWit' the glaze in my eye that we find when we crave\nDollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\nJakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\nThough I'm innocent 'til proven guilty\nI'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up for realty\n\nFor real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream\nIf I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my C.R.E.A.M.\nThe first trip without the clique\nSent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it\nFresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes\nI want it all, Armor, all Benz and endless papes\nGod's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million?\nWithout the FBI (uh) catchin' feelings? 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(Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nFrom Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein' alcoholic\nNine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\nBut now, I'm all for it\nMy man saw it like Dionne Warwick\nA wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n\nThe cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\nUp in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\nTrina got the fishscale between her\nThe way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\nShe got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\nGuess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\nBitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\nWord is bond, son (uh, what)\nI had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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(Disagree)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\n\nIll designer fleece, studded marquise\nA letter L on my car keys\nThuggin' hard on Cavarse\n'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\nMobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\nI creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\nSeems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\nLike a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\nWarrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n\nPandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\nGrand openings of barbershops and stock\nMy jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\nLivin' like a Pablo\nPapi like a poncho\nUntil the state patrollers pulled us over\nFound the guns and the good\nHad a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n\nI'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\nLooked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\nTook my diamonds in for the pawnin'\nNow I'm back on it, climbin'\nMovin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\nSo many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\nMade some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\nBig lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\nGS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\nBack on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\nNearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nThugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\nA drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\nEverybody's lookin' for somethin'\nStreet dreams are made of these (made of these)\nShorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\nWho am I to disagree? 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(Disagree)\n[01:29.47] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[01:32.02] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat\n[01:34.97] 25 to flat, push a thousand feet back\n[01:37.24] Holdin' gats wasn't makin' me fat, snitches on my back\n[01:40.19] Livin' wit' moms, gettin' it on, flushin' crack down the toilet\n[01:43.22] Two sips from bein' alcoholic\n[01:45.24] Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich\n[01:47.22] But now, I'm all for it\n[01:48.61] My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n[01:50.57] A wiser team for a wiser dream, we could all score it\n[01:53.37] The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina\n[01:56.05] Up in the hotel smokin' on sessamina\n[01:58.51] Trina got the fishscale between her\n[02:00.68] The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her\n[02:03.73] She got me back livin' sweeter, fresh Caesar\n[02:06.39] Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n[02:08.73] Bitches blow me while hoppin' in the drop-top BM\n[02:11.53] Word is bond, son (uh, what)\n[02:12.28] I had that bitch down on my shit like this (uh, what? 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(Disagree)\n[02:32.76] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[02:35.07] Ill designer fleece, studded marquise\n[02:37.04] A letter L on my car keys\n[02:38.52] Thuggin' hard on Cavarse\n[02:40.48] 'Posters be Francesco and all these bets\n[02:43.01] Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest\n[02:45.93] I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented\n[02:48.45] Seems like I'm changin' my locations every minute\n[02:50.84] Like a plague is on my head, son, I vision \"Redrum\"\n[02:53.72] Warrant squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come\n[02:56.46] Pandemonium, got me puffin' Cambodian\n[02:59.09] Grand openings of barbershops and stock\n[03:01.33] My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto\n[03:03.57] Livin' like a Pablo\n[03:04.96] Papi like a poncho\n[03:06.39] Until the state patrollers pulled us over\n[03:08.13] Found the guns and the good\n[03:09.47] Had a nigga like, \"Nas had to run through the woods\"\n[03:12.18] I'm sneakin' out the next mornin'\n[03:13.65] Looked up to God, guess in all this was a fuckin' warnin'\n[03:16.36] Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'\n[03:18.51] Now I'm back on it, climbin'\n[03:20.17] Movin' consignment, through rain sleet whatever climate\n[03:22.94] So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded\n[03:25.50] Made some time for the hoes, and pussy had me blinded\n[03:28.17] Big lip bitches, suckin' dick ridiculous\n[03:30.66] GS's and vest's, lingerie's lookin' sensuous\n[03:33.32] Back on the block buggin', how the fuck I been through this?\n[03:36.00] Nearly cost my life, but now I can't show a sin from it\n[03:38.75] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:41.11] Thugs drive Bimmers and 300 E's (300 E's)\n[03:43.98] A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key (reachin' a key)\n[03:46.52] Everybody's lookin' for somethin'\n[03:49.36] Street dreams are made of these (made of these)\n[03:51.89] Shorties on they knees for playas with big cheese\n[03:54.59] Who am I to disagree? 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Getting put on to crack money\nWith all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\nBut I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggas push Beemers and 300 E's\nA drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\nEverybody's looking for something\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody's looking for something\n\n\"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n\"Oh, sh-!\"\n\"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n\"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n\"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n\"Look! 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Yo, what?\"\n[04:09.54] \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n[04:11.78] \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n[04:12.71] \"Look! We on his back right now\n[04:13.08] We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n[04:13.49] \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n[04:15.56] \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n[04:18.54] \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n[04:20.39] \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n[04:22.74] \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n[04:25.62] \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n[04:26.50] \"Yo why you-\"\n[04:27.76] \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n[04:28.33] (Oh, sh-)\n[04:29.13] \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n[04:30.24] \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n[04:31.49] \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n[04:34.85] Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n[04:36.59] \"F- that!\"\n[04:37.04] \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n[04:37.45] \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n[04:38.30] \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n[04:38.30] \"Let's bounce!\"\n[04:38.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Street Dreams\n  artist: Nas\n  album: The Best of Nas\n  duration_ms: 237268\n  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We on his back right now'\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253080\n- text: We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 253080\n  end_ms: 253490\n- text: '\"I want some more n-, come on!\"'\n  start_ms: 253490\n  end_ms: 255560\n- text: '\"Yo, come on run, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 255560\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: '\"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"'\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 260390\n- text: '\"Yo, yo hol'' up, hol'' up, hol'' up!\"'\n  start_ms: 260390\n  end_ms: 262740\n- text: '\"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"'\n  start_ms: 262740\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: '\"Yeah the hell you did, man\"'\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 266500\n- text: '\"Yo why you-\"'\n  start_ms: 266500\n  end_ms: 267760\n- text: '\"Yo, yo, come on though\"'\n  start_ms: 267760\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: (Oh, sh-)\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '\"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 270240\n- text: '\"You think somebody peeped that?\"'\n  start_ms: 270240\n  end_ms: 271490\n- text: '\"Yo, hell yeah, I''m saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-'\n  start_ms: 271490\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  start_ms: 274850\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: '\"F- that!\"'\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 277040\n- text: '\"Get rid of the heat, yo\"'\n  start_ms: 277040\n  end_ms: 277450\n- text: '\"C''mon, c''mon, I''m through that shit, c''mon\"'\n  start_ms: 277450\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"We gotta bounce, yo!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278300\n- text: '\"Let''s bounce!\"'\n  start_ms: 278300\n  end_ms: 278350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278350\nplain: |-\n  Uh, what, what, uh\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square\n  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear\n  Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed\n  With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave\n  Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts\n  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print\n  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty\n  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty\n\n  For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream\n  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream\n  The first trip without the clique\n  Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it\n  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes\n  I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes\n  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million\n  Without the FBI catching feelings\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat\n  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\n  Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back\n  Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet\n  Two sips from bein alcoholic\n  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it\n  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick\n  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with\n\n  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina\n  Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina\n  Trina got the fishscale between her\n  The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her\n  She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar\n  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins\n  B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM\n  Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming\n  Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing\n  Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans\n  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n\n  Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady\n  Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me\n  The street raised me up, giving a fuck\n  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up\n\n  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\n  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\n  Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money\n  With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry\n  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\n  Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career\n  But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt\n  With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's\n  A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key\n  Everybody's looking for something\n  Street dreams are made of these\n  Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's\n  Who am I to disagree?\n  Everybody's looking for something\n\n  \"Yeah nigga, what?\"\n  \"Oh, sh-!\"\n  \"Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?\"\n  \"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!\"\n  \"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-\"\n  \"Look! We on his back right now\n  We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!\"\n\n  \"I want some more n-, come on!\"\n  \"Yo, come on run, yo!\"\n  \"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!\"\n  \"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!\"\n  \"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?\"\n  \"Yeah the hell you did, man\"\n  \"Yo why you-\"\n  \"Yo, yo, come on though\"\n  (Oh, sh-)\n\n  \"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo\"\n  \"You think somebody peeped that?\"\n  \"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-\n  Get rid of the heat, yo!\"\n  \"F- that!\"\n  \"Get rid of the heat, yo\"\n  \"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon\"\n  \"We gotta bounce, yo!\"\n  \"Let's bounce!\"\n"}]