Black Man's Dream

[Hook: Ludacris] (x2) See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride Seat back man, cruisin’ in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends Yeah I guess you say I’m living out the black man’s dream [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Punish all these niggas Fucking all these bitches Buying every diamond, every weapon in existence Terminator X, I’m a public enemy Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily Sex, money, murder, I’m investing all my energy Billionaire eventually, hustler of the century Source cover, Man of the Year, envy me One for the money, two for the hoes Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose Smile for your camera while your whole face froze Stack up all them bodies I’mma whole case load Middle of December I will melt your fucking snow While my price is high, I get you dealt with for the low Black man’s World, white man drugs No discrimination for my Mexican plugs [Hook] [Verse 2: Ludacris] Check me out, it go one for the money Two for the hoes Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose Nigga roll it with precision and fuck an intervention I’m the boss muthafucker don’t need nobody permission You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens Girl face upon my lap, now that’s a head on collision We find out who been snitching then these niggas come up missing Yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen Get your money then get out, you better make the right decision Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes But I guess it’s do or die for these black man riches So I bought myself a Rover and a Beemer for the Mrs Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah that bitch be blowing kisses Now some niggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird But these niggas gon respect me mark my muthafucking words [Hook]