Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics - Nas

[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 

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[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, aint 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, aint 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 aint 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 

Photos 

[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 - verse 2] 

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