Triple Beam Dream (feat. Nas)

Rick Ross

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    It's time to take you to the other side
    The side you gotta watch your a&e cable television for homie
    But we live this shit
    I'm not a star, well that's a lie
    I seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testified
    Spoke on a homicide amongst other things
    Even share my triple beam dreams

    A project minded individual, criminal tactics
    Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
    Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional they describe us
    They liars, the end of the day, we fuckin survivors
    I remember watching scarface the first time
    Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime
    How could i sell this poison to my people's in my mind?
    They dumb and destroy themselves is how i rationalize
    In a bastardized nation, magnum .45 carrying
    Where i'm from ain't far from washington heights to cop aryan
    A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
    A stranger to the block, i damn her had to make them cop it
    It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
    I brought it back to papi, ain't trying to take no losses
    He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
    He gives me powder, he has faith in nas' ambitions to distribute coke
    Had addictions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes, but i'm again broke
    This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders
    Barely at 62s, they already up the quotas
    They out there every day, some true hustlers for you
    I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal
    Picturing piping out the seats of a pathfinder
    Powerful pursuit for pussy, cash to flash diamonds
    My junior high school class, wish i stayed there
    Illegal entrepreneur, i got my grades there
    Blaming society, mad, it wasn't made fair
    I would be ivy league if america played fair
    Poor excuse, and so i was
    Throwing rocks at the pen just for the love
    Before the evil, the secret life of g's
    You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

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    Pocket full of money, parking lot full of them haters
    Triple beam dreaming, crib with 2 elevators
    20 flat screens and got cameras every angle
    Dope been coming so you know the income major
    Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger
    Contract killers coming when i feel endangered
    Early 90s reminiscing when i had a pager
    Triple beam dreams: now pat riley my neighbor

    Fuck boy talking out of turn nigga
    In the court room, spreading like a germ nigga
    25 on the line, them niggas dropping dimes
    Whole operation got them rednecks dropping time
    Khaki suits and some niggas go to acting cute
    We was all cool, stacking in acura coupes
    More accurately, we acted as is if jacking was cool
    Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear jackets to school
    Fuck boy you caught up in my dream
    Countin cream on the cover of a magazine
    I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
    Jay-z blue magic nigga, what what
    Brand new s class with a meal ticket
    Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger
    Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin high
    Triple deam dreamin as the cream multiples
    Fuck boy talkin out of turn nigga
    'fore you sell dope, it's shit you gotta learn nigga
    Home invasions, duct tape
    Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
    Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
    Slow leaks, gotta air em out
    Kill em all, rolls royce, ghost nigga, ball
    Phantom drop head, shit i had to get em all
    Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
    Food on the plate, fuck em all like a (?)
    Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
    I'm from where your hustle determines your salary
    Six figure family member, nigga forget about it
    Low income housing, nigga trying to get up out it
    I got a plan little nigga, just believe in me
    Triple beam dreamin with this thing in me

    Pocket full of money, parking lot full of them haters
    Triple beam dreaming, crib with 2 elevators
    20 flat screens and got cameras every angle
    Dope been coming so you know the income major
    Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger
    Contract killers coming when i feel endangered
    Early 90s reminiscing when i had a pager
    Triple beam dreams: now pat riley my neighbor

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