[Intro]

Its time to take it to the other side

The side you gotta watch A&cable television for homie

But we live this [bad word] 
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]

project minded individual criminal tactics

Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally -crazed dysfunctional they describe us

They liars, the end of the day, we [bad word] 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

rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit

stranger to the block I [bad word] 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 [bad word] aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders

Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas

They out there everyday, some [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 - [bad word] 

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 [bad word] so you know the [bad word] major [bad word] number 1 I can’t do business with a stranger

Contract [bad word] 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]
 [bad word] boy talking outta turn [bad word] 
In a court room spraying like a germ [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  what! what!

Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
 [bad word] cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger

Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high

Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
 [bad word] boy talking outta turn [bad word] 
‘Fore you sell dope there’s [bad word] you gotta learn [bad word] 
Home invasions, ducktape

Fornicating, counting money with a [bad word] face
 [bad word] [bad word] that be giving up your whereabouts

Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out

Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost [bad word] ball

Phantom drop head [bad word]  I had to get ‘em all

Niggas hate but they know they never get involved

Food on my plate, [bad word] ‘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, [bad word] forget about it