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Nas, Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams (Album Version (Explicit))

Triple Beam Dreams
Nas, Rick Ross
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[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 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.

[Verse 1: Nas]
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 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 shit ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders,
Barely at sixty-twos, 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 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.

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Pocket full of money, parking lot full of them haters,
Triple beam dreaming, crib with two elevators,
Twenty 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 90's reminiscing when I had a pager,
Triple beam dreams. Now Pat Riley my neighbor.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Fuck boy, talking out of turn, nigga,
In the court room, spreading like a germ, nigga,
25 on the line, them niggas dropping dimes,
Cooperation 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,
Counting 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, 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? 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.

[Hook: Rick Ross]

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