Street Dreams (feat. R. Kelly) - Remix

Yo, this remix goes out to everybody out there
 There call they self keeping it real
 For yours truly, Escobar and Big R
 For New York to Chi town
 Check it out now
 Commissioner Steve Stiles
 Track masters
 QB
 Check, yo
 Low profile, rap style, slick as Nu Nile
 Give the crew pounds, every time we cover new grounds
 Still surviving but there's a few down, back in the essence
 I'm asking questions on the phone, with jail adolescents
 Quiet confession, the system's applying the pressure
 My mind is guessing, is living and dying a lesson?
 But not to be obliged with the mirage of cars taking you off track
 From with the Gods focus on hard
 Laid up smoking cigars, motioning maids to bring me toast
 And eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya
 My wisdom culture lives in ultra madness
 Devoted coach bag bitch
 Broke the average nigga's hopes to get mad rich
 But what's the purpose?
 Only the Gods can watch the Earth twist
 I'm physically trapped down on the surface
 With all the crack merchants, snakes and serpents
 Foul jakes that search us
 Clowns with four pounds this ain't a circus
 (Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
 Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
 Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
 Trying to be a gangster (word up)
 The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs
 Late night under the moon as they assume I'm slanging drugs
 'Cause I'm hooded up, thought a G a night wasn't good enough
 Pushed my luck, yo they had a brother put in cuffs
 Luckily, made it out of court comfortably
 Judge said I need a job ain't nothing coming free
 Could've got a one to three
 I try to school these shorties under me
 But they can't see from life to death
 So know we back to where we never left the ghetto
 It's a damn shame, knowing it's a man's game
 Shorty thinks it's time to make ya plans change
 All that running round trying to chase
 What's already here, been there, it's going nowhere
 Pops told me knuckle up, no fear
 I wish some of these killings they could be prevented
 Whatever happens it was written meaning God meant it
 But during ya life you put ya heart in it
 Even though it seems we being targeted, let that brother R hit it
 (Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
 Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
 Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
 Trying to be a gangster
 Dream on, dream on
 Dream on, dream on
 Dream on, dream on
 Dream on, dream on
 Dream on, street dreamer
 Dream on
 Sort of wild, since a child
 Hope was all we had, drip the bust out past
 Complaining the mental straining
 How many in my crew is into gaining?
 Subtract the weak links about the chaining
 Rise it start raining
 Blasphemy, using Nas name in vain
 Some claim supreme being yet they lied in his name
 I tried to learn the game and the only thing I found incredible
 Everything I tried to learn see, I already knew (that's right)
 And it's embedded in my heart now
 So I can sit back, count a stack and play my part now
 I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguise
 Put a gun to me, hungry he went on to chastize
 That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment
 Fresh Wally's painted, as he told the kid he came with
 My first thought was how the game flip
 Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked, drunk in a party on Yac
 Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act
 I did a while back or beyond that
 You got me laying face flat, saying my grace black
 Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that
 Nightmares, feeling real, word to Will
 My A-Alike I lost in the battlefield
 That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
 Grab ya shield, and meet ya maker
 The Queens niggas die for paper
 Deep things, the street dreams will take ya
 (Street dreamer) street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)
 Ain't nothing I got for ya (ain't nothing I got for ya)
 Situations get heavy, heavy, heavy
 Trying to be a gangster
 Street dreamer (oh mercy, mercy me)