NaStyleJah The eighties led the drug game from  - Dope and coke to crack The Ghetto Star to King Pin - From the Pimp or Mack The hot car - Beams or Benz - From the Cadillac From the three-fifty-seven - to the tech and mac Girls just having fun in a ma-terial world Boys lusting, lacing and chasing the ma-terial girls See Crack is - fresh on the scene - and baby bubbling big Jumbo money making men out of young innocent kids So much money on the streets – N*ggas was - getting it Introducing it for free - just one hit - addicted N*ggas coping hot cars - hot clothes and ice Door knocking bad bitches strait living the life Living out their dreams - they the man on the scene Showing love spending cream - doing it up with the team Everybody shining - living life to excess Hustlers once average - now living lavish What?   CHORUS This is the shit that dreams are made of I hate to say it but that was back in the days love You had to be there from the very beginning To get the kind of cake that Pablo Escobar  was getting   This is the shit that dreams are made of The FEDS are watching, man, it really aint a game love Sorry to say the hustle’s just not as sweet There’s more informants now then heads on the street   Coke kept coming in - Niggas kept cooking Dojars kept serving till they hit central booking Riches rolling in - bitch ass niggas got extorted Snitches kept talking - drug connects got deported The whole game was sordid - survive or die shit Run and take the pie shit - Hudson River drop shit Busting at the cops shit - you haven’t seen what I saw Thrown Jumbos in the air, Fifty heads at war N*ggas hung from banisters, or popped near where I stood And we’d just go in the building and come back when its good Watched the bad chicks fall to crack chicks - bomb cats to creeps Robbing and killing for a hit - fucking in the streets Envy and hate widespread - best friend want you dead Trynna' put two in your head, wanna run the spot Set you up so cats get the drop, or you’re knocked by the cops Ask him why, and his answers Why not?   Its not a game Nigga These streets will take your life – take your kids; take your wife It don’t change Nigga If not the Fed will take your ends – turn your friends – unleash your sins Its like the same Nigga Building this country again – no whips nor chains – just limiting the scope of the brain Raised in concrete jungles - economy based on foil and cane – it’s a parallel plane