Текст (слова) песни: Ghetto Concept f Black Rose Kartel - B.E.T.

 
[Nikki Bonds - Black Rose Kartel] 
Yeah, yo, `98 bitch, `99 to 2G, Rose Cartel 
Brownsville to Canada, Toronto, Ghetto Concept 
Nicky Bonds, Don Baracus, Daddy Rose, bitch 
We independent in this shit! 
 
Yo, livin the fast life, had two whips and crashed twice 
Got so many hoes, probably was a pimp in my past life 
Shake and crash dice, starin at a glass with ice 
Bountiful to the Grain, so my tongue is legit` 
What`s up? I ain`t came home, already thuggin again 
When we in to build, who said that sellin drugs is a sin? 
When we in the club, bitches straight lovin my man 
Left hand weave, right hand huggin the chick 
This rap shit, we got it macked down 
I wouldn`t settle it twice, this nigga said I cracked out 
I blacked out, fuck around and back my mack out 
Cuz I`m about that Jerry Stackhouse 
I seen shermheads pass out, smokin that butta 
While we`s pumpin out the crack house 
Wild cousin sickly, heard he tried to touch Nicky 
Didn`t know I stepped it up to fully auto` macks cuz they bust quickly 
Roll a dutch quickly, get pissy and puff with Missy 
Suckin me off just to show how much she missed me 
This Rose shit is veteran, got these faggot rap cats feelin delicate 
Bitch! 
 
[Chorus: Baracus] 
From Brownsville to Toronto 
Undercover officers jumpin out of Caravans and Corsicas 
Pop the pistols, ready to go to war with us 
 
[Baracus] 
From Brownsville to Toronto... 
 
[Kwajo - Ghetto Concept] 
For the pit of Cold North, we connect like cas-techs 
Pierce your mentalstate, wait, wheel off that casket 
Megawatts rock concrete blocks, live from Shock 
G.C., Rose Fam got your city on lock 
In every nation, the target is submergin like Apocalypse 
You got glocks and clips, we got extra clips, sink your ship 
What the fuck? Murderers collide well pronto 
From Toronto to Brooklyn Streets, it`s all peace 
The G-O-D, we top biller, 7 biller 
48 track serial killer, for real-a, countin mucho skrilla 
Associates in harmonic, we sip tonic 
We stay on it like a praying mantis, civilize the savages 
Bombin this til there`s nothin left, take your last breath 
We be risin from the North, hot sex in the West 
Double bulletproof vest, Concept snap that neck 
Break bread with the elite, respect the intellect 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Baracus - Black Rose Kartel] 
From Brownville to Toronto... 
 
Comin straight out of Brownsville 
A crazy mothafuckin name Baracus 
America`s nightmare, we hold cops hostage 
Our music off the meat rack, we cause riots 
We off the hook, we leave promoters shook 
We tear the club down 
I got bangers, enough colts throwin it down 
Hittin switches, bouncin around 
From a town, where 2-5`s and 4-pounds kill, old dirty Brownsville 
In a kitchen with Ishmail, cockin the fish scale 
Thugs stompin on the streets like Muslims in Israel 
Don Baracus, a name they gave me in the ghetto 
The way I blow my chrome metal 
If I die, put on my casket, black rose petals 
Drivin by yellin "Fuck the Police!", lookin for trouble 
Bag `em at 12 by 12 so our cash can double 
Dice games, drop C`s and G`s on it 
We like the pies, yo lots of cheese on it 
50/50 cut when it`s time to break the cake off 
Act funny style, son my dogs`ll tear your face off 
 
From Brownville to Toronto... 
 
[Daddy Rose - Black Rose Kartel/The Maccabees] 
Yeah, nigga 
Gangsta blood, been mackin thanks to blood 
Violate man, shittit and we shank you cous` 
Move in the night, like the moon in the skies 
Plastic banger, look like a spoon in disguise 
Ghetto struggler, looked at me sideways and my troup 4-5ed 
Had him leakin from his juggler 
This was real, when we hit him, yea you know we slug it up 
Cock back that 4-5 and we double up 
I got my chrome, where your`s at? Nigga, where yo` boys at? 
Who you beefin to? We rip you, you better pause that 
You woke up 4:00 in the mornin sayin "Daddy, where my draws at?" 
Negative, definative G, I exhault that 
Stroll by from a drive-by, spectator hollerin, nigga yea you saw that 
We all that, ain`t nothin to fuck with, homie fall back 
 
[Dolo - Ghetto Concept] 
Ain`t nothin sweet, brush your teeth, bury your reef` 
Black handkerchief, dirty glove, rusty burgundy 
Murder your murder fleet, Michee Mee 
North American street with the Brooklyn Iron Shieks 
Chancelor chief handlin heat 
Handle lugers, pistol grippers, cold cookie chippers 
Brought up in the age of strippers, lime sniffers 
Cristy sippers, whipped in the defended pippers 
Unload the clip and crabs get thick up 
Bad time nigga and your case of malt liquor 
A life time of pain and misery before the Black Rose delivered me 
No more individually, we one eye 
Full swarm, crime affilation, brought togther for the assassination 
of the Sons of Satan, fuck waitin 
 
[Saulhaudin - Black Rose Kartel/The Maccabees] 
Never sleepin, keep my gun out, come out creapin with scripts 
Got that Brownsville shit and if anybody get it 
Raised by the drug addicts, hold automatics, commited 
to my ghetto where cops are found with their throats slitted 
Dope scripts, my hood is where the shit don`t slip 
My chrome hits with stomachs from New York to Quebec 
Set trip mine, detect tech-nine 
Zippin up body bags, clippin up, spittin out slugs in these streets 
My thugs in the streets, no more sheit, bring it to a task force 
of police, no hold, black swarms be bangin my `ville 
 
[Baracus] 
From Brownsville to Toronto...
 

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