Píseň: "Triple Beam Dreams"

Interpret:
Rick Ross
Album:
"Rich Forever"
[Intro]
 Its time to take it to the other side
 The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
 But we live this shit


I'm not a star
 But thats a lie
 I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
 Spoke on a homocide
 Amongst other things
 Even shared my triple beam dreams


[Nas]
 A project minded individual criminal tactics
 Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
 Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
 They liars, the end of the day, we fucking 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 peoples in my mind
 They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
 In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
 Where I'm from, ain't far from Washington Heights the 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 poppy, ain't tryna take no losses
 He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
 He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
 Ambition's to distribute coke
 Had additions 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 62′s they already up they quotas
 They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
 I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
 Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
 Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
 My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
 Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there
 Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
 I would be Ivy League if America played fair
 Poor excuse and so I was
 Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
 Evil the secret life of G's
 You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams


[Rick Ross - Chorus]
 Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
 Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
 20 flat screens they 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 in danger
 Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
 Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour


[Rick Ross]
 Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
 In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
 Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
 Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
 We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
 More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
 Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their 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 beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
 Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
 ‘Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
 Home invasions, ducktape
 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 my plate, fuck 'em all like a
 Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
 I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
 Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
 I got a plan nigga just believe in me
 Triple beam dreaming with this thing me


[Rick Ross - Chorus]
 Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
 Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
 20 flat screens they 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 in danger
 Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager
 Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour