Lyrics
[hook: BLACK PLAGUE]
stay on my good side - cuz dogg u cud die/
not on ur level - motherfucka we hood high/
when we beef - our whole fucking hood rides/
desi rappers - we gon make ur hood die/
[verse 1: KURUPT SHAG]
this Ace motherfucka is a joker dogg/
i'll put holes on his chest like polka dots/
ride thru his city - burners, smoke his block/
Mumbhai's finest u cud, neva hold the spot/
quit acting faker, u bitch rappin, faker/
u fucked me up, where did this happen faker/
Mothafuck A, Mothafuck C/
the only E i know, is for Enemies i've owned/
this bitch had, a lotta nerve to diss shag/
shit fag!, open ur mouth, gimme my dick back/
we had no beef, last time we talked/
u was all up on my dick, but u had to beef/
its okay, 24/7, im glad to beef/
and just for the record, we have no peace/
'byss spit mean rhymes, when its beef time/
fuck with DR, *brap* *brap* - its sleep time/
[mothafuck 39]
[hook: BLACK PLAGUE]
[verse 2:TRADEMARC]
this motherfuka has tripped on the wrong dudes,
script this, ima make this kid look like Shawn hughes,
its on dude, now u will learn to respect wats on you,
Abyss Mothafucka gon make it easy for u to mourn too,
dissing kurupt infront when u already a fan son? eh!
ill come to mumbai and choke u infronta ya man, son.. eh!
RAW and ABZ fucked u up so u dissed on Anshuman,
fuck kid .. wat u now pick on yer own country mans?
i respect Anshu, but Anshu this Kid is untrue,
2pac lives? HA .. his dream will never come true,
Homeboys for life so its natural i speak out,
we represent streets unlike a fag who freaks out,
Aye card! get ready to run over by trademarc,
only god can save u now, i suggest u pray hard
but to pray to whom son, u pray to no god,
when its war, im backed by my whole squad
[hook: BLACK PLAGUE]
[verse 3: KURUPT SHAG]
Got the spark of a rookie, repp of a veteran/
show more hate, than the american president/
my flow is heavensent, ur flow is never on/
i bomb on my enemies, like homes in lebonon/
i've never seen such fakeness from a pac fan mayne/
An Atheist claimin to be God's son, damn!!!/
U aint Hiphop [bitch], U listen to Bryan Adams/
i aint a hater but damn bitch..u listen to Bryan adams!!!!??/
i got steel lines for three nine/
DRs for the strong, ya'll the weak kind/
n ur weak rhymes cant defeat mine/
ur street crew, is too weak doo/beef dude?
We jump on ya like starvin kids on free food/
indeed dude, we bringin' motherfuckers to their knees too/
consider this a warning now, [cuz] im warning clowns/
keep my name out ya mouth, 'fore byss calls u out/
[hook: BLACK PLAGUE] X2
