Jay-Z; The Notorious B.I.G.; NaSSamples: KRS-One; Krazy Drazy; Eazy-E; Dr. Dre (Represent The Real Hip Hop; Eazy-Duz-It)This Remix Was Made By Me On Jamglue.com&This Is A Video Made By Me Too =DHope Ya\'ll Enjoy It =]Much Love xxxMP3:http://www.jamglue.com/mixes/3485735-Can-t-Knock-Dying-For-My-Street-DreamsLyrics:\n\n[KRS-One]\nOnly a few... will understand\nand appreciate what\'s about to happen\nDas EFX come in!!! \n\n[Krazy Drazy]\nWell it\'s the super duper rhymer rhymer I\'m about to set it\nNiggaz best forget it let it be or you\'ll regret it D\nSo what it B... the D to the fuckin P\n\n[KRS-One]\nYo it\'s me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see\n\n[Krazy Drazy]\nI be\'s the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit\nBiggety buttah shit is how we\n\n(Gun Blast / Shot)\n\n[Eazy-E]\nBitch shut the fuck up, get the fuck out o\' here, yo Dre\n\n[Dr. Dre]\n\'Sup\n\n[Eazy-E]\nGive me a funky ass bassline\n\n[Jay-Z]Yo, I\'m making short term goals, wonder whether foes\njust put away the leathers and put ice on the gold\nchilly with enough bail money to free a big Willy\nhigh stakes, I got more at stake than philly\nshopping sprees, coping three, duece fever I guess its fully loaded,\nah yes,\nbouncing in the lex luger, tires smoke like Buddha\n50 g\'s to the crap shooter,\nniggas can\'t fade me\nchrome socks beaming, through my peripheral I see ya scheming\nstop dreamin\', I leave ya body steaming\nniggas / brothers is feening, what\'s the meaning\nI\'m leaning on any nigga intervening with the sound of my money machine-in\nmy cuff running over with hundreds\nI\'m one of the best niggas that done it\nsix digits and running,\ny\'all niggas don\'t want it\nI got the godfather flow, the don Juan Demarco\nswear to god, don\'t get it fucked up / twisted\n\n[The Notorious B.I.G. / Biggie]\nVenue after venue, I\'ve been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I\'m kind of tired\nI\'m a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that\'s my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n\n[NaS]\n\nFrom Fat Catto Pappy, niggaz see the cat\nTwenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back\nHoldin gats wasn\'t making me fat, snitches on my back\nLivin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet\nTwo sips from bein alcoholic\nNine hundred ninety nine thou from bein 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\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 a drop-top BM\nWord is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this\n\n[Chorus 2x (set to Eurythmics \"Sweet Dreams\")]\nStreet dreams are made of these\nNiggaz push Beemers and 300 E\'s\nA drug dealer\'s destiny is reachin a key\nEverybody\'s lookin for somethin..\nStreet dreams are made of these\nShorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G\'s\nWho am I to disagree?\nEverybody\'s lookin for something.\n\nGrowin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin\nScopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I\'m seein\nCars, ghetto stars pushin illEuropeans\nG\'n, heard about them old timers OD\'n\nYoung, early 80\'s, throwin rocks at the crazy lady\nWorshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me\nThe street raised me up, givin a fuck\nI thought Jordan\'s and a gold chain was livin it up\nI knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody\nCutout of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty\nAin\'t that funny? Gettin put on to crack money\nWith all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry\nA case of beers in the staircase I wasted years\nSome niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career\nBut I\'m a rebel stressin, to pull out ofthe heat no doubt\nWith Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out\n\n[Chorus 2x]\nStreet dreams are made of theseNiggaz push Beemers and 300 E\'sA drug dealer\'s destiny is reachin a keyEverybody\'s lookin for somethin..Street dreams are made of theseShorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G\'sWho am I to disagree?Everybody\'s lookin for something. Biggie, Die, Dreams, For, Hip-Hop, Hustle, Jay-Z, Me, NaS, Pictures, Rap, Street, The, Videos, Would, You