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Cole Jude - B.E.T lyrics
[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 downCole Jude - B.E.T - http://motolyrics.com/cole-jude/bet-lyrics.html
 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...








