URLtv, Reed Dollaz, John John Da Don - Reed Dollaz vs. John John Da Don lyrics

I said
NOME IV! This is what it comes down to Reed
Now if you don't kill It
They're gonna clown you Reed
You ain't never had a name flip
Or scheme to make a crowd move Reed
So this round gonna be like Hooked On Phonics
Cause, I'ma show you how to Reed! You see
English? Well it's my favorite subject
It made mad sense
It makes me wanna see him bleed
Until he mad drenched, I know ya'll wonderin'
What the fuck that gotta do
With some English class shit?
Cause, I was thought if you turn Reed red
That makes him past tense
I'm snappin' for the fans that think
This nigga really go hard
Ya'll should get your money back for
The bullshit he sold ya'll
He's following Meek so as long
As he tread Mills, he can't go far
How you gonna win dough in the
Hood but ain't go no bars?
Where's your book bag? War paint?
Your vests and the ammo?
The "K" over the shoulder, shit
I thought you was Rambo?!
What happened? What happened? Where is it?

Whoever told you that was hot
Could of sold you a better dream
Cause a nigga like me would
Of took Sylvester Stallone movies
And made it a clever scheme
Like, you say you run Philly
You one "Rocky" individual
I gotta Demolition Man named "Wesley"
It only takes him a few Snipes
To put an end of you
So you can Get Carter or get your partners
Don't make a difference who
I'll put all you old actors in
A casket cause ya'll Expendable!
You're getting schooled so I'ma help
You elevate your game Reed
Hopefully by breaking Dollaz down
It should change Reed
We was supposed to do this out in Philly
I would have came, Reed
But now, you're getting drug in New York
I'ma Duane Reed!
Official, you ain't even gotta see me ref
But, I got stripes for giving
Niggas whole teams these TECs
But, I'm sharper as an archer
Pull them strings he's stretched
When I see Reed, it rain bows
(Reading Rainbow) , it i ain't PBS
You see, he stressed
I only took this for the bread Reed
So, don't let this shot I'm giving you
Go to your head Reed
This is the zombie show
And you walked in dead Reed
You couldn't Jet for safety even
If you was Ed Reed!
But, enough with the name flips
Fuck the name flips
Now, I wanna try another scheme
But this is no laughing matter
So I didn't prepare no funny scheme
I mean, I know he's starving

So I could've wrote a hungry scheme
But, I've figured the best way to flip
Dollaz is wit' a money scheme
But, if I got my ones, washed in tons
(Washington) would be clean Dollaz?
Or, drop 5 on the Lincoln
To hit the scene Dollaz
10 bucks will rip like Hamilton
Off the screen Dollaz
With two TECs, I'll jack son
(Jackson) , that's twin tees (twenty) Dollaz
Granted, they spend 50 each
See what that mean Dollaz?
I'll let a 100 bend ya men
(Benjamin) for that green Dollaz
Just in case ya stupid ass
Didn't get the scheme Dollaz
I thought I told you I'ma
Show you how to read (Reed) Dollaz
Ya'll know the motto, reading is fundamental
Nah, I brought a box so I
Figured how to put Reed in
(reading) is fundamental
But, I don't mean the easy way
Of doin' shit by fundamentals
I mean donatin' bucks to his
Brain that's fund da mentals, stupid
I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash
This a body
And it's time for you to get in that bag
Just know
When you get done spittin' that trash
There's still two more rounds of
Me whippin' that ass

I said, for all y'all that was wonderin' on
Where the fuck I been
For all the fans that prayed on this day
That I'd touch that gem
I ain't been home in awhile
I thought I'd touch back in
The man, the myth, the legend, yup
That's him now is he John John
John Cena or John Legend?
Give him nine bombs out this
Nina from my Wesson in a pine box with nice
Words from thou reverend
Cut his chest and take out
His soul we dissect him
Pussy you ever seen a head shot up close?
So close before he fall we see the ghost
Barrel hot, long nose, you can see the smoke
Top open, top smokin' like a key of dope
You don't wanna rock wit' an animal
Cause you ain't never ate wit' a cannibal
And you don't wanna swim wit' the crocodiles
Llama blaow
Paint his hood wit' his blood Basquiat
And I hope you on ya game, shit you better be
Cause what I am you can't be
Gotta be bred to be
This is legend to peasant
Not even legend to be
Though I'm not battlin' you
I'm battlin' my legacy
And I asked a couple niggas, and
These young dudes be like, "You the truth"
I'm like, "Dude a fluke god told me
It's just you and Mook" the trash man
For ten years I knew they route 30
30 I can hit his head through a movin' Coupe
Hitman, break the rifle down, remove the suit
Runnin', duckin' from roof to roof
I lose the gat I lose the proof
It's 'bout time somebody put you
In ya fuckin' place
I got a dot for every dot on ya fuckin' face
Ain't no boxin' when this Glock's
On my youngin's waist
They pull it, he turn pastor
What a fuckin' Ma$e
Nigga I'm hotter now and I was hotter then
I will never lose to a nigga named "Jonathan"
When niggas get the drop on them
Spots you be hidin' in
Bullets get to slidin' down the
Ladder like a fireman
See you lightweight, and for this battle
I ain't really have to write
For this hermaphrodite
Dickhead you just my sacrifice
Illuminati, I saws off and shoot a shotty
Pollute the party with buckshots
Through new Bugatti's

You don't wanna rock wit' an animal
Cause you ain't never ate wit' a cannibal
And you don't wanna stomp wit' gorillas
How I know? Cause
I be out in Yonkers wit' the killers
You'se a bitch
That use rap to validate ya street pass
64 out this Nintendo cartridge will
Fuck up ya Dreamcast don't run trust me
You don't wanna be in that bean path
Cause one hole will knock everything
Out you like a beanbag
I know what you thinkin'
All these Philly niggas talk
About the same thing
That's cause we leadin' them- and
We don't even gang bang
Shit if you come from my city
You would say the same thing
Niggas will rob you for that Rolie, no ice
Plain Jane

I know it's real in Pistolvania
But these rappers got it lookin' sweet
Hold on, Dose got chin checked
Jihad got put to sleep
Ness got choked but at least
He ain't get knocked out
But they had my man Bill Collector
Lookin' like a heel collector
He got stomped out, y'all lookin' bad Reed
You gotta be the one to put an end to that
So snuff me for your city right now
Pussyexactly, you ain't into that
But, if he do sneak me
I hope another jab follows
Cause one punch ain't enough, I'll
Still fuck you up, just ask Hollow
He was scared to battle me
That's what made him that upset to swing
He didn't want me to put him in a box
Right next to Qleen
So his mind been screwed up
Now I see why he's so obsessed with lean
Cause he been tryin' to avoid the coffin
(coughin') ever since this pro
Met the scene (Promethazine)
But question Reed
Is that beef with you and Meek real?
Or are you just mad cause you
Ain't get that MMG deal?
It haunts him every night
Bet this nigga can't sleep still
Cause he be havin' Dreams And
Nightmares of gettin' Meek Mills
I know that shit burn you
Still peddlin' ya niche
While he's young and he's gettin' it
Collectin' all his chips
And when he threw that house party
You was never on the list
Cause you're here and he's there
Boy there's levels to this shit he was like
"I'm young Reed southwest representer"
You 5'6" talkin' 'bout steppin'
Up to a center
Leave him in the air conditioned if he
Don't learn how to control his temper
Or they'll find his baby lyin' over a cliff
That's Simba i remember
When I first hit the scene as a no name
Summer Madness 2 where Hitman
Gave you that shot

Remember when I took it? Close range
Now that match was lit cause I
Struck wit' my own flame
Now just because you gas doesn't mean
You'll bring any pro pain (propane)
You was hot, for one year
Then missin' for twelve
Suckin' that glass dick and
Prolly sniffin' as well
So ya name ain't hold weight
Since them digital scales
It used to ring before the
Crack like Liberty Bell and well-
That's bars, you wanna know why I know
That's bars? I know the
Game I've been doin' this shit for too long
I ate so many pussies on cam'
They think I do porn
So what battle rap top five
Lists you think you on?
When you lost to Kaboom and
Kaboom lost to Nuborn
So you lost to the nigga that
Lost to the nigga that
Lost every time we every time
We heard that nigga rap
I see you lost ya groove
I ain't sayin' you can't get it back
But, I'ma make it hard to Reed
(read) like chicken scratch
It's a fact, niggas keep guns in Pennsylvania
Them shooters shoot it out just
For fun in Pennsylvania
So I don't understand how
You from Pennsylvania
When keepin' lead ain't in ya blood
There's not one pencil vein
In ya, that's wordplay
Somethin' you know nothin' about
You wipin' fingerprints off and throwin'
Pumps on the couch?
While I just played the side nigga
Like I'm fuckin' ya spouse
Then spray and Raid in ya crib
Like it's bugs in the house
I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash
It's a body and it's time for
You to get in that bag
So just know when you get
Done spittin' that trash
It's still one more round of
Me whippin' that ass!

After this battle
Ya name "Jonathan" cause ain't
Nothin' Don about you
You talk that Don shit in Philly and
They'll smack the Don up out you
And when them hollows hit ya shit
Them doctors gon' reroute you
If you survive, we shoot that ambulance
No goin' to the hospital
We heard about you in Yonkers nigga
You been a faggot
You Prince and ya brother Bart
Look like Lenny Kravitz now close ya eyes
When he rap you'll hear a livin' savage
Open ya eyes
What you see? Bow Wow's little magnet
Is he helpin' ya career? Is he
Gon' put you on a song?
Are you his bitch my nigga? Does
He make you wear a thong?
He got you poppin' molly's now? Bro
Tryin' to fit where it don't belong
You left Yonkers for Atlanta
Traded 'Kiss for Lil' Jon?
Nigga you been a clown
But that was confirmed the day I met you
Big shoes, red nose and a wig
Them fuckin' freckles
And we were strapped in NY
Word to Peanut Live
I had that 38 Special cause if he sneeze
Wrong I would've let that trigger bless you
But today is where the fun stops
Hundred round drum stocks
Cops won't save you
They'll come when that drum stops
Pop another hundred in
Spit it 'til the drum drops
Somebody call maintenance
Tell them to bring dumb mops
Whole NY love me, niggas give me dumb props
Cause, I was killin' raps when
You was packin' ya lunchbox
So you finally got a shot at that title huh?
Finally got to stand right here
With ya idol huh? But, I'm a rap god
These verses is from the Bible
Can turn an angle into Satan
All because he despised you
Now he thinks he's ready
Now he thinks he can try you
But that's the devil talkin' my son
You're bein' lied to
Follow me my child, and I shall guide you
It is me who takes the breath
Outta men or could revive you
But since you pussy, we gon' fuck you
Soft nigga

Crowd starts booing reed tries
To do damage control
Pause? We from Philly we don't do "pause"
We from Philly we don't do "pause"
Real man shouldn't have to say "no homo"
That's from Yonkers the hardest part

But since you pussy, we gon'
Fuck you, soft nigga
Cause we know you moist
Hit ya mom crib, no talkin'
Cause you know my choice
Mask on, six goons wit' me, six loaded joints
Kill everything movin', plus the pets
No multiple choice
Latex gloves, duct tape for the mouth
So we don't hear the noise thanks to John
Now we gotta kill all three of Tera's boys
For those that don't know that's his mom
I'll bring a pair of 4's
With two potatoes on the barrel so
They won't hear the roar
You kinda tall, so play tough, jump nigga
I'ma cut you
That K? It got a big ole' butt like Ms hustle
If we catch you out in Philly
My young nigga snuff you
Knock you the fuck out
And let my young niggas trunk you
Niggas prayed on that day they see
My die in the ring made me walk in my cross
Do or die for a king
I came back in seven years
Them niggas eyes open up
I made the ground cave in and
Made the skies open up
Just when you think you at the top
We can cut ya rope and everything you built
It just go up in smoke
Everything you worked for can tumble down
Now you gotta show ya face
Back in the jungle now
Now you know the meaning of "humble" now
You better swim for ya life
Or you gon' fuckin' drown time

Other niggas bars is somethin'
You gotta deal wit'
So it don't matter how much
Original shit you say it
Ain't gon' equal up to how I steal shit
But see I never stole a bar in
My life and that's real shit
He can suck a dick, if
Y'all don't appreciate me
Y'all gon' appreciate this steal flip
Since niggas got used to callin' me
"Mr steal A Round" then they shouldn't be
Surprised if I start bringin' steel around
Give it to whoever in they circle
That's how you steal a round and leave
Just to come back and
Get whoever still around
The nerve of niggas sayin' this
A match I don't deserve
Cause he's a legend and I'm a thief
Save that for the birds
Cause, I'm a vet, and he's the thief
Just to back up them words
There's footage on YouTube of
Him jackin' a verse
Search "Reed Dollaz Rapping On South
Beach" the shit is bogus
Cause that whole verse he
Spit was Philly Swain's, yeah you stole it
He even threw his name in a
Bar like he wrote it
But left the last half of the
Nigga's name like we won't notice
Nigga bein' that you and Philly
Swain have no relation
You'se a fraud and a thief
And that's no debatin'
Ask anybody out in Philly
They all know he fakin'
He's an actor like Liam Neeson
Cause he known for Taken
What y'all gon' say? I'm the
Pot callin' the kettle black?
No, I'm more like somethin' that's
Hot callin' the kettle wack i settled that
And I'm mad I had to battle a fraud
But fuck all that personal shitlet's
Get back to them bars
What you thought? You could come back
And bar wit' the best?
See I'm like prison time
That's some hard bars to expect
This ain't no PA role, all my bars is correct
I said this ain't no PA
Role, that's no parole
I'm 'bout to bar him to death
These TEC twins, best friends
Ready to go through whatever
When shit's rough
I'm like that counselor I hold them together
It's never one without the other
Bitch they goin' together now keep in mind
They Cheech & Chong they
Love smokin' together and we Rolling Up
But, I ain't tryin' to burn
No old Philly blunt
I'd rather have this bitch go get a
Dutch so I can split it up
But, I get kick from Backwoods
They slow when you fill 'em up
But he be on the papers
So an L ain't what he really want
Now to catch that
Ya gotta dig deeper in my rhymes to see how
I was killin' if you read between the lines
Nah, I said you gotta dig deeper
In my rounds and you
Will see how I was killin'
Reed between them lines
I said we rollin' up
He gon' get burnt if he feel he blunt
I catch him and his bitch goin'
Dutch and I'ma split 'em up
That kick back wood burn slow
When I fill 'em up
And he'll be on the papers so that
L ain't what he really want
I really punch, which is why you goin' to die
You drop tier after tier
(tear) like you going to cry
I get bored, you get aired
That means you go in the sky
To keep it plain
(plane) that's the part you're
(departure) goin' to fly
Even if, you got a grip
Will he squeeze? yeah I doubt it
I disrespect him, while he got it
Just to see if he about it
I pull my dick out and have his mother
On her knees tryin' to down it
And to be extra extra, I'm tellin' Reed
(read) all about it
I heard you said you paved the way
And you right but thanks to me
You got on the biggest stage of ya life
So please, don't say the "John" if you
Ain't sayin' it twice
And if you don't add "Da Don'
You ain't sayin' it right