Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics
Its time to take it to the other sideThe side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homieBut we live this shitI’m not a starBut thats a lieI’ve seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testifySpoke on a homocideAMongst other thingsEven shared my triple beam dreams[Nas]A project minded individual criminal tacticsUs blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactiveMentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe usThey liars, the end of the day, we *****ing survivorsI remember watching Scarface the first timeLook at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crimeHow could I sell this poison to peoples in my mindThey dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationaliseIn a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carryingWhere I’m from, aint far from Washington Heights the cop AryanA rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profitA stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop itIt only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbageI brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no lossesHe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pausesHe gives me powder he has faith in NasesAmbition’s to distribute cokeHad additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopesBut I’m again brokeThis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their ordersBarely at 62′s they already up they quotasThey out there everyday, some true hustlas for yaI’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyalPicturin’ piping out the seats of a PathfinderPowerful pursuit for ***** cash, the flash diamondsMy junior high school class, wish I stayed thereIllegal entreprenuer I got my grades thereBlaming society, man it wasn’t made fairI would be Ivy League if America played fairPoor excuse and so I wasThrowin’ rocks at the pen just for the loveEvil the secret life of G’sYou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams[Rick Ross - Chorus]Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them hatersTriple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators20 flat screens they got cameras every angleDope been coming so you know the income majorRule number 1 I can’t do business with a strangerContract killers coming when I feel in dangerEarly nineties reminscing when I had a pagerTriple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour[Rick Ross - Verse 2]***** boy talking outta turn niggaIn a court room spraying like a germ nigga25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimesCooperation got them red necks dropping timeKhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cuteWe was all cool stacking them Acura coupesMore accurately we acted as if jackin’ was coolSnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school***** boy you caught up in my dreamCountin’ cream on the cover of a magazineI’m the Source, got the plug with the uncutJay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!Brand new S Class with a meal ticketNigga cocaine white as Tommy HilfigerRalph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ highTriple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys***** boy talking outta turn nigga‘Fore you sell dope there’s shit you gotta learn niggaHome invasions, ducktapeFornicating, counting money with a ***** face*****ing *****es that be giving up your whereaboutsSlow leaks, gotta air ‘em outKill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ballPhantom drop head shit, I had to get ‘em allNiggas hate but they know they never get involvedFood on my plate, ***** ‘em all like aTriple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my realityI’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary6 figure family member, nigga forget about itLow income housing, nigga try to get up out itI got a plan nigga just believe in meTriple beam dreaming with this thing me[Rick Ross - Chorus]Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them hatersTriple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators20 flat screens they got cameras every angleDope been coming so you know the income majorRule number 1: I can’t do business with a strangerContract killers coming when I feel in dangerEarly nineties reminscing when I had a pagerTriple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour
