Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] 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 sh** 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 [Verse 1: Nas] A project minded individual, criminal tactics Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive Mentally s**-crazed, dysfunctional they describe us They liars, at the end of the day, we f**in 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 peoples in my mind? They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize In a ba*tardized 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 near 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 sh** ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders Barely at 62s, they already up to quarters 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 p**y, cash to flash diamonds My junior high school cla**, 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 [Hook: Rick Ross] 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 k**ers coming when I feel endangered Early 90s reminiscing when I had a pager Triple beam dreams: now Pat Riley my neighbor [Verse 2: Rick Ross] f** boy talking out of turn n***a In the court room, spreading like a germ n***a 25 on the line, them n***as dropping dimes Whole operation got them rednecks dropping time Khaki suits and some n***as go to acting cute We was all cool, stacking in Acura coupes More accurately, we acted as is if jacking was cool Snatching n***as out they shoes then wear jackets to school f** boy, you caught up in my dream Counting cream on the cover of a magazine I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut Jay-Z Blue Magic n***a, what what Brand new S Cla** with a meal ticket n***a c**aine white as Tommy Hilfiger Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin high Triple dream dreamin as the cream multiples f** boy talkin out of turn n***a 'Fore you sell dope, it's sh** you gotta learn n***a Home invasions, duct tape Fornicating, counting money with a f** face f**ing b**hes that be giving up your whereabouts Slow leaks, gotta air em out k** 'em all, Rolls Royce Ghost n***a, ball Phantom drop head, sh** I had to get em all n***as hate but they know they never get involved Food on the plate, f** em all I could send my dog Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality I'm from where your hustle determines your salary Six figure family member, n***a forget about it Low income housing, n***a trying to get up out it I got a plan little n***a, just believe in me Triple beam dreamin with this thing in me [Hook]