[{"id":23971719,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams (feat. Nas)","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams (feat. Nas)","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Rick Ross - Rich Forever","duration":262.88795,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nIts time to take it to the other side\nThe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nBut we live this shit\n\nI'm not a star\nBut thats a lie\nI've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nSpoke on a homocide\nAmongst other things\nEven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[Nas]\nA project minded individual criminal tactics\nUs blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nMentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nThey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\nI remember watching scarface the first time\nLook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nHow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nThey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nIn a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nWhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\nA rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\nA stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nIt only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\nI brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nHe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nHe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nAmbition's to distribute coke\nHad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nBut i'm again broke\nThis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nBarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nThey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\nI'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\nPicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\nPowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nMy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nIllegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nBlaming society, man it wasn't made fair\nI would be ivy league if america played fair\nPoor excuse and so i was\nThrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nEvil the secret life of g's\nYou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[Rick ross - chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[Rick ross - verse 2]\nFuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nIn a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\nCooperation got them red necks dropping time\nKhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nWe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nMore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nSnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nFuck boy you caught up in my dream\nCountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\nI'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\nJay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nBrand new s class with a meal ticket\nNigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nRalph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\nTriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nFuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nHome invasions, ducktape\nFornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nFucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nSlow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nKill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nPhantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nNiggas hate but they know they never get involved\nFood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\nTriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\nI'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nLow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\nI got a plan nigga just believe in me\nTriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[Rick ross - chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] [Intro]\n[00:02.27] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.32] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.44] But we live this shit\n[00:10.74] I'm not a star\n[00:13.13] But thats a lie\n[00:14.29] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.89] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.49] Amongst other things\n[00:20.26] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.46] [Nas]\n[00:22.83] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.64] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.34] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.52] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:34.17] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.78] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.81] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.64] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.20] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.27] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.76] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.47] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.57] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.43] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.00] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.43] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.90] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.82] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.33] But i'm again broke\n[01:14.74] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.54] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.31] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.26] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.98] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.76] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.89] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.67] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.45] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.38] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:43.24] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.92] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.72] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.88] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:54.07] [Rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.64] Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.26] Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.85] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.94] Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.80] Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.56] Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.51] Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.47] Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.03] [Rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.58] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:20.41] In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.24] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.02] Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.91] Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.76] We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.56] More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.55] Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.31] Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.07] Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.72] I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.69] Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.53] Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.52] Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:57.37] Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.39] Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:03.10] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.91] 'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.82] Home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.72] Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.60] Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.49] Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:20.16] Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:23.06] Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.94] Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.71] Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.17] Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.41] I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.32] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:40.34] Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:43.24] I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:46.11] Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.55] [Rick ross - chorus]\n[03:48.98] Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[03:51.43] Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[03:54.26] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[03:57.35] Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[04:00.19] Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n[04:03.02] Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[04:05.76] Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[04:08.87] Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[04:12.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triple Beam Dreams (feat. 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chorus]\n  Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [Rick ross - verse 2]\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  Home invasions, ducktape\n  Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":21273050,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams - Rick Ross feat. 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what!\nbrand new s class with a meal ticket\nnigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\ntriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nhome invasions, ducktape\nfornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nfucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nslow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nkill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nphantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nniggas hate but they know they never get involved\nfood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\ntriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\ni'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nlow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\ni got a plan nigga just believe in me\ntriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] [intro]\n[00:03.57] its time to take it to the other side\n[00:05.75] the side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.16] but we live this shit\n[00:12.06] i'm not a star\n[00:13.65] but thats a lie\n[00:14.66] i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:17.22] spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.79] amongst other things\n[00:20.93] even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.95] [nas]\n[00:23.24] a project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:26.48] us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:29.33] mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.92] they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:35.44] i remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:37.70] look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:40.49] how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:43.27] they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:44.92] in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:49.03] where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:52.22] a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:55.11] a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:58.09] it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.81] i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.73] he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:07.17] he gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:09.65] ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:11.12] had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.72] but i'm again broke\n[01:15.58] this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:18.39] barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.80] they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.73] i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:26.66] picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:29.46] powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:32.59] my junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:35.22] illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.98] blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.88] i would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:44.36] poor excuse and so i was\n[01:46.83] throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:49.93] evil the secret life of g's\n[01:52.34] you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:55.07] [rick ross - chorus]\n[01:55.35] pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.79] triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[02:00.58] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:03.33] dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:06.46] rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:09.11] contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.97] early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:15.08] triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.91] [rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:18.07] fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:21.00] in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.95] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.45] cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:29.35] khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:32.27] we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.97] more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.84] snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.37] fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.47] countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:46.58] i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:49.93] jay-z blue magic nigga, what! 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - 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chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[rick ross - verse 2]\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nin a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\ncooperation got them red necks dropping time\nkhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nwe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nmore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nsnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nfuck boy you caught up in my dream\ncountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\ni'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\njay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nbrand new s class with a meal ticket\nnigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\ntriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nhome invasions, ducktape\nfornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nfucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nslow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nkill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nphantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nniggas hate but they know they never get involved\nfood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\ntriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\ni'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nlow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\ni got a plan nigga just believe in me\ntriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.90] [intro]\n[00:02.20] its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.31] the side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.43] but we live this shit\n[00:10.73] i'm not a star\n[00:13.19] but thats a lie\n[00:14.28] i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.87] spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.45] amongst other things\n[00:20.20] even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.43] [nas]\n[00:22.84] a project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.66] us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.39] mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.58] they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:34.10] i remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.79] look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.87] how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.64] they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.29] in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.29] where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.73] a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.40] a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.56] it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.49] i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.07] he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.49] he gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.94] ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.80] had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.31] but i'm again broke\n[01:14.79] this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.51] barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.32] they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.20] i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.93] picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.75] powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.80] my junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.62] illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.42] blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.35] i would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:43.22] poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.96] throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.70] evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.89] you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:54.05] [rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.68] pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.29] triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.85] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.94] dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.84] rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.54] contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.54] early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.48] triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.04] [rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.51] fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:20.47] in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.22] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.02] cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.94] khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.76] we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.57] more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.59] snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.38] fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.02] countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.72] i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.68] jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.58] brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.50] nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:57.30] ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.36] triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:03.13] fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.96] 'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.82] home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.75] fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.65] fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.48] slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:20.17] kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:23.06] phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.97] niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.76] food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.12] triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.41] i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.35] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:40.34] low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:43.28] i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:46.15] triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.59] [rick ross - 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chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] [Intro]\n[00:02.27] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.32] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.44] But we live this shit\n[00:10.74] I'm not a star\n[00:13.13] But thats a lie\n[00:14.29] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.89] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.49] Amongst other things\n[00:20.26] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.46] [Nas]\n[00:22.83] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.64] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.34] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.52] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:34.17] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.78] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.81] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.64] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.20] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.27] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.76] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.47] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.57] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.43] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.00] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.43] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.90] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.82] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.33] But i'm again broke\n[01:14.74] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.54] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.31] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.26] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.98] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.76] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.89] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.67] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.45] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.38] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:43.24] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.92] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.72] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.88] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:54.07] [Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [Rick ross - verse 2]\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  Home invasions, ducktape\n  Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [Rick ross - chorus]\n  Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":15944781,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don’t (deluxe version)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[rick ross - verse 2]\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nin a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\ncooperation got them red necks dropping time\nkhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nwe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nmore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nsnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nfuck boy you caught up in my dream\ncountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\ni'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\njay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nbrand new s class with a meal ticket\nnigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\ntriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nhome invasions, ducktape\nfornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nfucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nslow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nkill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nphantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nniggas hate but they know they never get involved\nfood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\ntriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\ni'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nlow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\ni got a plan nigga just believe in me\ntriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] [Intro]\n[00:02.46] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.33] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.52] But we live this shit\n[00:10.65] I'm not a star\n[00:12.64] But thats a lie\n[00:13.88] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.55] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.19] Amongst other things\n[00:19.92] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:21.78] [Nas]\n[00:22.03] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.58] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.35] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.13] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:33.97] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.77] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.65] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.56] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.26] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.55] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.36] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.12] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.09] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.03] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:02.85] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.54] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.48] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.44] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.02] But i'm again broke\n[01:14.34] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.00] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:19.98] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:22.97] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.72] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.43] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.32] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.41] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.19] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:39.81] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:42.93] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.87] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.65] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.52] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:53.92] [Rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.28] Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:56.89] Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.70] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.63] Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.56] Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.36] Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.19] Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.02] Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:16.68] [Rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.29] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:19.96] In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:22.83] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:25.83] Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.54] Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.77] We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.26] More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.20] Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.08] Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:42.93] Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.86] I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.40] Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.27] Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.58] Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:56.91] Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.07] Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:02.90] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.75] 'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.54] Home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.65] Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.27] Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.27] Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:19.94] Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:22.87] Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.67] Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.58] Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.43] Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.03] I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.28] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:39.76] Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:42.72] I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:45.67] Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.02] [Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":10587337,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don’t","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[rick ross - verse 2]\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nin a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\ncooperation got them red necks dropping time\nkhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nwe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nmore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nsnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nfuck boy you caught up in my dream\ncountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\ni'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\njay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nbrand new s class with a meal ticket\nnigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\ntriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nhome invasions, ducktape\nfornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nfucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nslow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nkill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nphantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nniggas hate but they know they never get involved\nfood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\ntriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\ni'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nlow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\ni got a plan nigga just believe in me\ntriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] [Intro]\n[00:02.46] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.33] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.52] But we live this shit\n[00:10.65] I'm not a star\n[00:12.64] But thats a lie\n[00:13.88] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.55] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.19] Amongst other things\n[00:19.92] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:21.78] [Nas]\n[00:22.03] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.58] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.35] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.13] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:33.97] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.77] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.65] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.56] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.26] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.55] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.36] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.12] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.09] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.03] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:02.85] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.54] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.48] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.44] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.02] But i'm again broke\n[01:14.34] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.00] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:19.98] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:22.97] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.72] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.43] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.32] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.41] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.19] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:39.81] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:42.93] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.87] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.65] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.52] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:53.92] [Rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.28] Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:56.89] Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.70] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.63] Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.56] Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.36] Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.19] Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.02] Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:16.68] [Rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.29] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:19.96] In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:22.83] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:25.83] Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.54] Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.77] We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.26] More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.20] Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.08] Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:42.93] Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.86] I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.40] Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.27] Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.58] Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:56.91] Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.07] Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:02.90] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.75] 'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.54] Home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.65] Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.27] Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.27] Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:19.94] Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:22.87] Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.67] Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.58] Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.43] Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.03] I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.28] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:39.76] Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:42.72] I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:45.67] Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.02] [Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":12777823,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don't (Deluxe Edition)","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - 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chorus]'\n  start_ms: 228020\n  end_ms: 228460\n- text: Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  start_ms: 228460\n  end_ms: 231000\n- text: Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  start_ms: 231000\n  end_ms: 234070\n- text: 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  start_ms: 234070\n  end_ms: 236830\n- text: Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  start_ms: 236830\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: 'Rule number 1: i can''t do business with a stranger'\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 242560\n- text: Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  start_ms: 242560\n  end_ms: 245410\n- text: Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  start_ms: 245410\n  end_ms: 248390\n- text: Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n  start_ms: 248390\n  end_ms: 252230\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 252230\nplain: |-\n  [intro]\n  its time to take it to the other side\n  the side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n  but we live this shit\n\n  i'm not a star\n  but thats a lie\n  i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n  spoke on a homocide\n  amongst other things\n  even shared my triple beam dreams\n\n  [nas]\n  a project minded individual criminal tactics\n  us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n  mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n  they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n  i remember watching scarface the first time\n  look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n  how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n  they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n  in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n  where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n  a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n  a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n  it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n  i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n  he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n  he gives me powder he has faith in nases\n  ambition's to distribute coke\n  had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n  but i'm again broke\n  this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n  barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n  they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n  i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n  picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n  powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n  my junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n  illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n  blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n  i would be ivy league if america played fair\n  poor excuse and so i was\n  throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n  evil the secret life of g's\n  you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":9363215,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"Rich Forever","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[rick ross - verse 2]\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nin a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\ncooperation got them red necks dropping time\nkhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nwe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nmore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nsnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nfuck boy you caught up in my dream\ncountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\ni'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\njay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nbrand new s class with a meal ticket\nnigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\ntriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nfuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nhome invasions, ducktape\nfornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nfucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nslow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nkill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nphantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nniggas hate but they know they never get involved\nfood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\ntriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\ni'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nlow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\ni got a plan nigga just believe in me\ntriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[rick ross - chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] [Intro]\n[00:03.52] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:05.70] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.19] But we live this shit\n[00:12.06] I'm not a star\n[00:13.66] But thats a lie\n[00:14.64] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:17.21] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.77] Amongst other things\n[00:20.91] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.92] [Nas]\n[00:23.24] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:26.44] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:29.31] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.95] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:35.48] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:37.73] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:40.47] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:43.25] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:44.99] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:49.02] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:52.26] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:55.17] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:58.05] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.86] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.70] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:07.17] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:09.63] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:11.10] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.77] But i'm again broke\n[01:15.55] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:18.32] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.80] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.75] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:26.61] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:29.47] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:32.51] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:35.26] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.98] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.89] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:44.37] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:46.80] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:49.93] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:52.31] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:55.01] [Rick ross - chorus]\n[01:55.38] Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.70] Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[02:00.55] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:03.35] Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:06.45] Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:09.16] Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.98] Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:15.02] Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.92] [Rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:18.03] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:21.08] In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.93] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.41] Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:29.32] Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:32.23] We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.98] More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.87] Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.35] Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.49] Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:46.53] I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:49.97] Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:53.16] Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:55.25] Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:58.13] Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.85] Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:03.74] Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:06.80] 'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:09.66] Home invasions, ducktape\n[03:12.17] Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:15.31] Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:18.38] Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:20.65] Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:23.71] Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:26.63] Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:27.91] Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.97] Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:35.19] I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:38.29] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:40.99] Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:43.62] I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:46.53] Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:49.08] [Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":38387542,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don’t (deluxe version)","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nIts time to take it to the other side\nThe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nBut we live this shit\n\nI'm not a star\nBut thats a lie\nI've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nSpoke on a homocide\nAmongst other things\nEven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[Nas]\nA project minded individual criminal tactics\nUs blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nMentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nThey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\nI remember watching scarface the first time\nLook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nHow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nThey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nIn a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nWhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\nA rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\nA stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nIt only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\nI brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nHe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nHe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nAmbition's to distribute coke\nHad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nBut i'm again broke\nThis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nBarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nThey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\nI'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\nPicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\nPowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nMy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nIllegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nBlaming society, man it wasn't made fair\nI would be ivy league if america played fair\nPoor excuse and so i was\nThrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nEvil the secret life of g's\nYou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[Rick ross - chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[Rick ross - verse 2]\nFuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nIn a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\nCooperation got them red necks dropping time\nKhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nWe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nMore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nSnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nFuck boy you caught up in my dream\nCountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\nI'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\nJay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\nBrand new s class with a meal ticket\nNigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\nRalph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\nTriple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\nFuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\nHome invasions, ducktape\nFornicating, counting money with a fuck face\nFucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\nSlow leaks, gotta air 'em out\nKill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\nPhantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\nNiggas hate but they know they never get involved\nFood on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\nTriple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\nI'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\nLow income housing, nigga try to get up out it\nI got a plan nigga just believe in me\nTriple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n[Rick ross - chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92][Intro]\n[00:02.27]Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.32]The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.44]But we live this shit\n[00:10.74]I'm not a star\n[00:13.13]But thats a lie\n[00:14.29]I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.89]Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.49]Amongst other things\n[00:20.26]Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.46][Nas]\n[00:22.83]A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.64]Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.34]Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.52]They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:34.17]I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.78]Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.81]How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.64]They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.20]In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.27]Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.76]A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.47]A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.57]It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.43]I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.00]He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.43]He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.90]Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.82]Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.33]But i'm again broke\n[01:14.74]This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.54]Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.31]They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.26]I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.98]Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.76]Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.89]My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.67]Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.45]Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.38]I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:43.24]Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.92]Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.72]Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.88]You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:54.07][Rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.64]Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.26]Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.85]20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.94]Dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.80]Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.56]Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.51]Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.47]Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.03][Rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.58]Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:20.41]In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.24]25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.02]Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.91]Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.76]We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.56]More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.55]Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.31]Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.07]Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.72]I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.69]Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.53]Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.52]Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:57.37]Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.39]Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:03.10]Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.91]'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.82]Home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.72]Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.60]Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.49]Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:20.16]Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:23.06]Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.94]Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.71]Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.17]Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.41]I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.32]6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:40.34]Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:43.24]I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:46.11]Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.55][Rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":31008013,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross, Nas","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don't (Deluxe Edition)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - 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chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] [intro]\n[00:02.29] its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.33] the side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.43] but we live this shit\n[00:10.77] i'm not a star\n[00:13.19] but thats a lie\n[00:14.20] i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.81] spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.42] amongst other things\n[00:20.22] even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:22.40] [nas]\n[00:22.89] a project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.66] us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.36] mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.54] they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:34.11] i remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.77] look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.82] how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.62] they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.24] in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.24] where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.71] a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.45] a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.58] it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.43] i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:03.06] he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.45] he gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.99] ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.82] had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.36] but i'm again broke\n[01:14.77] this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.55] barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:20.36] they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:23.20] i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.97] picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.73] powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.80] my junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.67] illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.45] blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:40.32] i would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:43.20] poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.95] throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.71] evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.87] you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:54.01] [rick ross - chorus]\n[01:54.66] pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n[01:57.28] triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n[01:59.89] 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n[02:02.97] dope been coming so you know the income major\n[02:05.80] rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n[02:08.53] contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n[02:11.51] early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n[02:14.41] triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n[02:17.08] [rick ross - verse 2]\n[02:17.50] fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[02:20.45] in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n[02:23.25] 25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n[02:26.05] cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n[02:28.95] khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n[02:31.78] we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n[02:34.52] more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n[02:37.52] snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n[02:40.33] fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n[02:43.08] countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n[02:45.73] i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n[02:48.60] jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n[02:51.52] brand new s class with a meal ticket\n[02:54.53] nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n[02:57.38] ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n[03:00.37] triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n[03:03.15] fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n[03:05.99] 'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n[03:08.83] home invasions, ducktape\n[03:11.77] fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n[03:14.66] fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n[03:17.45] slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n[03:20.13] kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n[03:23.05] phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n[03:25.94] niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n[03:28.70] food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n[03:31.16] triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n[03:34.47] i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n[03:37.31] 6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n[03:40.38] low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n[03:43.25] i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n[03:46.11] triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n[03:48.53] [rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - 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chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [rick ross - verse 2]\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  home invasions, ducktape\n  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  i got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [rick ross - chorus]\n  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  dope been coming so you know the income major\n  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"},{"id":36877392,"name":"Triple Beam Dreams","trackName":"Triple Beam Dreams","artistName":"Rick Ross, Nas","albumName":"God Forgives, I Don't (Deluxe Edition)","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[intro]\nits time to take it to the other side\nthe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nbut we live this shit\n\ni'm not a star\nbut thats a lie\ni've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nspoke on a homocide\namongst other things\neven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[nas]\na project minded individual criminal tactics\nus blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nmentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nthey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\ni remember watching scarface the first time\nlook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nhow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nthey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nin a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nwhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\na rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\na stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nit only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\ni brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nhe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nhe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nambition's to distribute coke\nhad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nbut i'm again broke\nthis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nbarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nthey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\ni'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\npicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\npowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nmy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nillegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nblaming society, man it wasn't made fair\ni would be ivy league if america played fair\npoor excuse and so i was\nthrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nevil the secret life of g's\nyou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[rick ross - 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chorus]\npocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\ntriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\ndope been coming so you know the income major\nrule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\ncontract killers coming when i feel in danger\nearly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\ntriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.92] [Intro]\n[00:02.40] Its time to take it to the other side\n[00:04.35] The side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\n[00:08.52] But we live this shit\n[00:10.67] I'm not a star\n[00:12.61] But thats a lie\n[00:13.86] I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\n[00:16.58] Spoke on a homocide\n[00:18.19] Amongst other things\n[00:19.97] Even shared my triple beam dreams\n[00:21.70] [Nas]\n[00:22.03] A project minded individual criminal tactics\n[00:25.51] Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\n[00:28.31] Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\n[00:31.18] They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\n[00:33.90] I remember watching scarface the first time\n[00:36.75] Look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\n[00:39.65] How could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\n[00:42.55] They dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\n[00:45.25] In a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\n[00:48.58] Where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\n[00:51.32] A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\n[00:54.12] A stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\n[00:57.03] It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\n[01:00.08] I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\n[01:02.83] He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\n[01:06.50] He gives me powder he has faith in nases\n[01:08.42] Ambition's to distribute coke\n[01:10.43] Had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\n[01:13.08] But i'm again broke\n[01:14.38] This shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\n[01:17.05] Barely at 62's they already up they quotas\n[01:19.99] They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\n[01:22.93] I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\n[01:25.77] Picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\n[01:28.46] Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\n[01:31.35] My junior high school class, wish i stayed there\n[01:34.43] Illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\n[01:37.15] Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair\n[01:39.84] I would be ivy league if america played fair\n[01:42.90] Poor excuse and so i was\n[01:45.86] Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love\n[01:48.67] Evil the secret life of g's\n[01:51.51] You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n[01:53.98] [Rick ross - 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Nas","albumName":"Rich Forever","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro]\nIts time to take it to the other side\nThe side you gotta watch a&e cable television for homie\nBut we live this shit\n\nI'm not a star\nBut thats a lie\nI've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify\nSpoke on a homocide\nAmongst other things\nEven shared my triple beam dreams\n\n[Nas]\nA project minded individual criminal tactics\nUs blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive\nMentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us\nThey liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors\nI remember watching scarface the first time\nLook at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime\nHow could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind\nThey dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise\nIn a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying\nWhere i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan\nA rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit\nA stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it\nIt only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage\nI brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses\nHe focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses\nHe gives me powder he has faith in nases\nAmbition's to distribute coke\nHad additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes\nBut i'm again broke\nThis shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders\nBarely at 62's they already up they quotas\nThey out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya\nI'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal\nPicturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder\nPowerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds\nMy junior high school class, wish i stayed there\nIllegal entreprenuer i got my grades there\nBlaming society, man it wasn't made fair\nI would be ivy league if america played fair\nPoor excuse and so i was\nThrowin' rocks at the pen just for the love\nEvil the secret life of g's\nYou seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams\n\n[Rick ross - chorus]\nPocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\nTriple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\nDope been coming so you know the income major\nRule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\nContract killers coming when i feel in danger\nEarly nineties reminscing when i had a pager\nTriple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n[Rick ross - verse 2]\nFuck boy talking outta turn nigga\nIn a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\nCooperation got them red necks dropping time\nKhaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\nWe was all cool stacking them acura coupes\nMore accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\nSnatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\nFuck boy you caught up in my dream\nCountin' cream on the cover of a magazine\nI'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\nJay-z blue magic nigga, what! 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chorus]\n  Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  Rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger\n  Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n\n  [Rick ross - verse 2]\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  In a court room spraying like a germ nigga\n  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes\n  Cooperation got them red necks dropping time\n  Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute\n  We was all cool stacking them acura coupes\n  More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool\n  Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school\n  Fuck boy you caught up in my dream\n  Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine\n  I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut\n  Jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!\n  Brand new s class with a meal ticket\n  Nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger\n  Ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high\n  Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys\n  Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga\n  'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga\n  Home invasions, ducktape\n  Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face\n  Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts\n  Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out\n  Kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball\n  Phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all\n  Niggas hate but they know they never get involved\n  Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a\n  Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality\n  I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary\n  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it\n  Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it\n  I got a plan nigga just believe in me\n  Triple beam dreaming with this thing me\n\n  [Rick ross - chorus]\n  Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters\n  Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators\n  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle\n  Dope been coming so you know the income major\n  Rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger\n  Contract killers coming when i feel in danger\n  Early nineties reminscing when i had a pager\n  Triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour\n"}]