Bet lyrics

Artist  : Ghetto Concept 
Song : Bet



 Send "Bet" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Black Rose Kartel







[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...