Artist: Ghetto Concept f/ Black Rose Kartel Album: Ghetto Concept Song: B.E.T. Typed by: ThaMasta@WuLyricz.Com [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...