300 Bars!! V-Dog Vs Em Young

[HAYZI]

V-Dog


Lyrics deleted by admin for lyrics theft.

[HAYZI]

Em Young


Backdown, ready to smackdown, and crackdown
V-Dog barks out loud, he aint a bloodhound, only hellbound
It's been killing me not you kill you, man i truly feel you
Got jakes on your trail, i won't fail, you're the ***** i am gonna nail
Heavily influenced by the Windy City
You get slapped the fuck out, like you're P. Diddy
Rap hard and i only started, fuck Dogs, i run the Dog Pound
That's what i found, a V-Dog, ***** u be cat
Matter fact, u b rat, i dont fuck with you, i rather fuck with a gat
My rhymes is phat, ***** what? You wanted beef
I give you beef, but no subliminal shit, only true diss
Monkey see monkey do, ***** drink my piss
Acting like Jayceon, but when it come to Ma$e
Fuck V-Dog i dont take it in the face, ***** you dick-racing
***** you rhyme sick, you been on a dick
Since the birth of Liberace, this aint a trick
I do this cuz i mean it, i lived it, and i never deceived
How you dare diss me, you gon die by the slugs u received
***** you can bark like a bitch, you dont matter at all
I got just one goal, to see your downfall
No roller, no baller, sold your soul like a faggot
Like Jayceon Taylor, ***** you complete failure
Standard precedure to cut your dick off, you'se a rip off
A fucking B-Dog i am gonna clap off, you lost the rap off
Why you did the bars homie 300 aint enough
Not Ryder, not Ruff, ***** you soft like Puff
Old dogs dont learn new tricks, and you still a sick snitch
A sick snitch, ***** you big dickrider, you trick like bitch
Shit's on, Revolverution is on, Young lead the game, V-Dog gone
I am bad to the bone, ***** you all alone
My homies are tight like Marshall and Ronnie
I catch you on the street, you get smoked like phony
***** i rap my ass off and i aint even count my bars
10 million bars, 10 million bucks, 1 shot for 10 million cars
And Dog when you see my Mercedes, dont call on the FEDS
Stay on your beds, the nightmare is over
Like Nas n Hova, ***** i rollover, Black n Latin culture crossover
Sleep dog, bad dreams gone, now you slept over
Fuck B-Dog, go around me screaming G-U-not
Game-U-not, fame i got, i ll murk you fag and i leave you to rot
Let's see your responce, i crush your bones, nice meets bad
Not bad in the sence of a bad rapper, but a rapper who's done too much clappin
Too much fake-ass rhyme stealing career
Martinez Young is here, V-Dog feel fear, your death is near
Now the call me Marshall, pay respect to this name
Boy i got game, and you got shit, you spit shit with no sence
***** like Hov i am dence, homie this aint dogfight
This aint rhymefight, i hit the limelight
And i dont steal rhymes, unless from legendary times
"I lead the new school, you're a busta without the rhymes"
Yeah i spit on you, and shit on you, never liked you at all
Butterfly lover, you get mopped and dropped like a filthy mole
Not a role model, but i play the role, and i dont sell my soul
***** you fool, you get a hole through you head and your lungs
From N.Y. Street gangs, we split fags, as long as the beat bangs
Bitches aint got shit on me, so why you think you won?
You see the light in the tunnel, that's ur death, you're gone
I shit on Hayzi too, fuck him and buck him, he a fag like you
There aint enough Aspirine in the world, for a punk like you
In 2 more bars, my homie is gon ride on you punk ass Dog
Introduce Co-Jack, the real street maniac, boss Hog
Go on my ***** take my mike and just spray your raps
Matter fact, take this Gat-Ling and spray your caps
Backdown, once more, i get involved, the problems solved
I snatch V-Dog in the streets and i revolve him
Black glove him, choke him and smoke him, loc him
Fuck your thing, i spit sick, the revenge of Rodney King
Let's talk about how 300 is gon kill me
Feel me, you need more than 700 to thrill me
I provoke hostility on millions of people
And people dont even try to fight back
And if they dont fight back, Dog will prolly cry "fuck"
I know you dont meant that "get off my dick" thang
Far too long, take off your thong
Expose the bitch inside you, i aint gon side you
***** you can toss it up but you rhymes is gross
And i finna be the boss, so never doublecross
Cold X, i am the numero uno, like a flick with sex
Erect my dick and my gun, and clap V-Dog just for fun
I get to waving that semi, and sending slugs all around
And get gunned, but i stand up, that's how i came up
I came to gun a rhyme stealer, fake hustler fake dope dealer
I aint a killa, but doing 50 word lines dont make ya realer
Homicide but in that case, it will really be Homo-cide
You chose the homo side, i chose the hetero side
We dont ride, fuck you, we rather collide
And back to the old shit, back to the old flick
Back to the last trip you pussy fake phony
No Uptown Blood, no Harlem Crip
Just a Harlem prick, you've once again been on my dick
Fucking with the Latins Kings you ll get your head chopped off
Clapped off, rapped off, shapped off, you still live?
***** please, that's the treatment you receive
Fuck gats, i only need to step on you, i killed you rat
Yeah we from the same hood, but ***** what?
First you are a trick, then you are a freak
Then you are a dick, then you gotta BREATHE
First you are a trick, then you are a freak
Then you are a dick, then you gotta BREATHE
First you are a trick, then you are a freak
Then you are a dick, then you gotta BREATHE
First you are a trick, then you are a freak
Then you are a dick, then you gotta BREATHE
Clap him off, rap attack, you aint a *****
Matter fact, you aint even a whigga, you just a snitch
Run around New York with jake patrols
Full of bulletholes, tell mr how can you be New York
I put this shit to work, you like Game, fuck off
Fucking traitor, we rep BK and QB
You rep Compton and Long Beach, whachu trying to be?
This aint smart, matter fact, this damn too fake
How many hits can i take? How many fags i tolerate?
Wannabe thug, what the fuck is wrong witcha?
You're dog but i am the N-O one, ***** i bit ya
And i already won, distress call, pick up the phone
Your own homies is dying it's cuz i gave the order
Move forward, one step, two steps, three steps, four
You're a hoe, a bitch, a slut, a dick you suck
Broke as fuck, rhymes and style that's the shit you lack
And i got the pump in the trunk, and i aint south but i get it crunk
Fucking punk, you gotta climb up the stardrom
But you down with Klan dawg, why you mad dawg?
Aint that right? You aint got no right to fight
No right to talk, no right to raise your head
You're bent, ready to faint, the picture i paint
If rap dont work, i be the ***** selling cocaine
and switch lanes, once again, i clap your men
No bodyguards left for ya, no jakes to save ya
So i am down for a chance to rant and rave ya
So when Game on top, and Banks be engraved
That's the day you gon beat me, ***** you feed me
You're the reason i do this, i make you famous
No one gave u respect before me, now cry out what your name is
Anonymous, unanimous vote, i defeated you already
Flow steady, u aint ready, so check yourself, get it?
***** i fuck with D-Block, G-Unit, Santana and i cool with all
You fuck with Aryans and Buffalo cowboys, bitch made motherfuckers tryina ball
They cant ball, they cant even live they way we down
We underground, run the city, Scarface, Ty Nitti
So when you read this song, you gon call me Capone
Game time phony, you can call me Corleone
I pack more heat, than a Doctor Dre beat
And a 50 Cent featuring, ***** i ll end you shit
A bitch made production, you gotta die for infractions
Too much friction when we collide, dawg just another homicide
187 187 187 187 on a muthafucking punk...
The underground is mine i treat it like home
Is the reason ***** saying my name like Mike Jones
And i far from the Game, but i can take you higher
We on fire, V-Dog liar, walk around with the leutenant and siar
It's just me fighting 99 punks like you
From the first to the last one i bounce through
Fuck my crew, i do this all by my self
I hope you faggot won't 45 yourself
This the realist animal you gon see with your eyes
Cuz i finna poke em out, cuz your full of lies
300 bars n running, 300 shots and gunning
Too funny, to see you chokin' like Bunny
Homie you aint got shit on me, i got guns on you
I aint even gonna bother firing, i finna ganja you
Smoke you like a cuban cigar, you aint far
You cant hide or run, you aint fat, but youre worse than Big Pun
But I aint gon chase you dawg, u aint got to bend down
I can send my Portugese ***** to murk you clown
Fuck rap battle, kill or be killed, that the rule
Sing around me like Ja Rule, i'mma smoke you fool
Fat like Biggie Smalls, my flow is fast like the Niagara falls
Take a trip off to Tijuana and El Salvadore
B-Dog whore, you dont what i am up for
I am up for kicking your ass, and your down for kissing my ass
I spit liquor on your face, and the cops said murder was the case
But it aint a black on black, or a white on white
Dont take that light, u'r busta like Suge Knight
Only you aint Suge, look at yourself, you dying
Get Rich Or Die Trying, well you tried, i guess you failed
You get slugged and nailed, 300 shots and few knifes on you
You took a few lives with you, not mine, it's all fine
You crossed the Thin Red Line, death approaches
Y'all gon get it, for u and Hayzi you just some roaches
I ll blackmail y'all, you all have a lil bit dirt
Unseen and i never heard whachu said, ***** stay on your bed
And dream of a better world where Game leads the game
How lame, damn bitch, New York Game lova, use a shame
It will be over when i pop that, whether drunk or sober
Got ***** from Lima, Peru all the way to Calgary, Manitoba
To walk with you, to talk with you, u get murked before you wake up
Punishment for all the shit you made up
Soon we gon hear you 300 bars, i hope you shit will be tight
Cuz if it not, beef's on, i find you and kill you tonight
21 cannon salute, we go back to the roots
The roots of the problems, yeah your face below my fucking jackboots
I would just shoot you with my Mosberg bitch
But i dont wanna hit the penitentary cuz of u snitch
Fuck V-Dog!!
Fuck V-Dog!!
Fuck V-Dog!!
Bitch i send you to hell, you confuse bars with lines
That's why you shit sucks, you ran outta luck
When you first said G-Unot, you just got off the track
Get in the right lane, i smoke you like cocaine
Ur fucking with me? Ur insane
Even Hayzi ll agree, that you should never do that move
A jackmove, but i can tell u sorry, ***** dont worry
The people you love, the vendetta i drove
The new Nas, the new Hov, the new Big, i need more hate, no love
This shit is gonna end soon, Straight Outta Harlem like Cam n Loon
Stop repping the west fag, you belong with the east
The eastcoast beast, full of bling bling and gold on my wrists
You was my homie, my dawg, the number 1, like Preme
Now you tremble, you wack, you plotting schemes
How you dare in your city, perform a betrayal
It's fatal, ***** you brainless? You should be reppin 50
Now you repping Game, whachu had a change of heard in this city?
***** you down with the west, you down with the south
Turn your back to us, we gun bust and smash you lil skinny ass
If G-Unit will be gone before 0-6, u'll be on 6 feet dicks
The first butterfly flies to your cheek, the second goes to your butt
Just started loading my gat, with lyrical caps, that's phat
All over New York, i got ***** watching for you and clap you
They get you to me, i run you and wrap you
Close casket, dropped in a basket, thrown in the alley
You punks wont even get 2 touch me, i am rhyming like Bob Marley
You aksed for it, no time for retreat, no time for surrender
Major offensive, i got the skills to kill you and your defenders
***** i ll have you runnin for your life, call me Killa Cam
See me walking out my crib and killing you outside the office of Def Jam
The beat goes down, i break it down, let's scratch the surface
Spit on your damn face, murder is the damn case...
And some old G-Funk, drop it now, lay low
Stay low, used to be in love with J.Lo
I m like LOX, G-Unit, D-Block and Dipset alltogether
My flow goes fast and light like the birds of a feather
Im heathen or evil or just misunderstood?
Hey fuck you dude, Dog i ll eat you food
Speak to the booth, so delicate, so smooth
I speak the truth, and i aint going at you
I mean i do going at you, ***** i ll cut ya
Bombing on you like i am an F-14, or F-18
Contoliza sent me, back the place i ve been
On a gangsta trip, to find and bomb the white house
The black house, rap house, i spray loose, fuck Bush!!
But before that i have sumthin a lil more eazy to do
Eazy-Duz-It, and indeed it's true
East Coast G-Funk, you East Coast big punk
An East Coast big fuck, a big fag
Run around wear pink thongs like a trans-a-vest
***** pack a vest, get a gun and all the rest
I feel no remorse, unnessecary force
Irresistible whores, ***** you dumbfuck like horse
And i dont mean the Bravehearts, i dont mean Nas Escobar
This goes far, how far you ll never catch, not in your wildest dream
Mad at me cuz i dissed u? Or cuz i got the CREAM?
1 second, damn you come second again, i dont believe you
And fo sho i dont relief you, u aint worth a quarter boo
If you was a drug no motherfucker would ever fucking buy you too
You a phony, you a bitch, killed and dumped on a ditch
6 feet under and i mean it, i see you in Harlem, i make u act like a snitch
No bricks, no dope, no guns, no girls, just a stupid smile in your face
I smash 2-O-6 bones with a jake mace, while i rhyme through the beat i lace
But whoa, stand up son and lemme tell, u really think you good
But you dont step in my hood, dont sweat it, u aint hustla
Matter, i think you se a busta, no one's trust ya
The worst gangsta, mobbing like a wanksta, man i dont like you at all
So fuck you all once more, once whore, now you lay on the floor
Blood all around you and i dont mean the gang
Yeah it's true, i dont gangbang, i dont dope slang
I just smoke you motherfucker like it aint no thang
G-Unit!! That goes for all the true gangstas
You aint among them so why bother? Fake mobsters
The worst capo, internet bad ass cheap fucked up rap-off
Even your 300 bars is stolen, now you amongst the fallen
The fallen of the battle, man you worse than a rattle
Dont fight, you snake, you fake, how many hits you can take
After that i think it's none, i think you're gone
I think you be left alone, rotting and stink
That's why you dont fuck with me, unless u'se a king
And by king i mean the Almight Latin boys from the hood
***** dont front, i swell up ya lips like baby food
***** fuck you, the beat is gone, i go acapella
For all you phellas, the phonies the fags and hoes who wanna shag
I spit shit, but sick shit, my sixth shit
My sixth sence, i have your ass cornered on the fence
Now i am back on the gangsta shit once more
Matter of fact i never left, lemme show you the thug lore
If you're one of the thugs you gotta play the game
If you're one of the punks you wanna play the Game's dick
Snoop said it once, i say it again, lay low
Ready to smack a hoe with my gangsta flow
Straight outta Brooklyn, straight outta Crook-lean
The Dog Pound in search for stray dogs
I think i got em all, especially V-Dog pink thong
I am strapped and you're strapped, let's do it cowboy style
But u'se a cow-toy for kids, ***** check my crime profile
I am a bigger mafia don than Snoop, Dre, Suge and 2pac
I am X 2 the Z riding Impalas, front 2 back
This was only the beggining dude, you dont know what i finna do
Mafia Latino, fuck you V-Bitch, you never be rich
You always be dreamer, scheemer, plotting phony i eat for dinner
Game OVER, you know that, go ask Hayzi if you dont think u lost
Bravery boast? Fuck you, after that diss, i ll haunt u like ghost
Interlude time, step by homie, check us out
See what i am about, 6 bars about how i murk this clown out
I put this shit to work, ***** fuck New York
You dont belong here, you belong with the clowns
You belong with the fucking stunners from down south
I am screaming fuck you, on my victory lap
This the victory rap, you'se miserable crap
I did all this shit homie to put an end to your life
And i prayed to god, if this ll work he will take your life
I think it's over now, hate it or love it now
I need just one spot, on the corner like common....
Now we are back to point we started, Evil Meets Bad
Dont question me homie, so go ask your dad
I got blood for setting vendettas straight, u just a fad
Got the weight of the rap game on my shoulder, can i hold it?
Will i stand up to my height, or just fall n fold it
Used to be the hood's slave, can i be the king?
I think i can't, but at least i can do my thang
We finally reach the point where the winner takes the price
And the looser get's killed like ur connect when the coke price rise
Yeah i ve been patiently waiting to see you downfall through me
Just some minutes and 300 bars yet it seems like ages to me
The etherial music, get used to it, or get used through it
I dont think you can do it, fuck duets, i am the truest
And in the end of the game, i ll be the only thug breathing
And in the end of the game, u ll be the only fag breathing
Say my muthafuckin name, E-M Young, my best and my gang
My vest and my gun
The end is nigh, i get high, but i cant hold me not matter how much i try
How much i cry, i never lie, and i may die
I feel the end near, bravery turns into fear, and check clear
The hease is over, 300 Shots and i can feel my tear
I am gone....

B-Dog barks out loud, i am gunnin
Hayzi barks out loud, i am gunnin
Say my name motherfucker, i am gunnin
Haha, my 300 Bars...300 Bars n runnin
G-Unit!!

[HAYZI]

Aspirine Voted making it:

1-0 to Em Young

[Darjan333]

I vote for V-dog-
More quality,
Longer lines and
better rhymes.
VERY GOOD!!!

[Shadyluva]

even tho, em_young's verse was hott, imma give it to v-dog

[Coccoa]

If mine was hot why u give it to V-Dog? :P

[TRshady]

This goes to show anything is possible
Amazing stuff from both of you, V-Dog takes this one in my eyes but the efforts from both of ya'll are incredible. Good work and bring on 600 bars

[mlodypolak]

you guys are both wack, dont try to rap on an EM site

[HAYZI]

you guys are both wack, dont try to rap on an EM site

lets see a bit of skill from you then! bet you cant even rap!!

[Coccoa]

Coming Soon: Em Young - V Dog collaboration. :P :P

[ThomasAguanis]

i vote V-dog
he had better punchlines and multi's
most of em young's didnt really rhyme and it wasnt as good as i expected it to be. in my opinion v-dog could have beat him with any 50 bars or maybe even aany verse from his. it killed em youngs. v-dog murdered him and his friends that helped him with it.

[Coccoa]

No actually u vote for V-Dog becuz he is V-Dog. And yeah, my friends helped me on 20 bars.

Besides whatever i wrote actually rhymes, if you do it with the right beat (which in that case would be: Scary Movies, Ether, I Am Animal, Realist Niggaz, Homicide and few of mine)

[ThomasAguanis]

No actually u vote for V-Dog becuz he is V-Dog.

no you're wrong. here's one of the many examples of how v-dog murdered you in my opinion.

ill leave u SOCKED-N-COVERED wit some SHOTS-MAH-BROTHER..when i DROP-LIKE-THUNDER ure blood CLOTS-N-SHUTTERS then i sever ure foot n use it as a STOCKIN-STUFFER

and here's one of many examples of you and your friends whack lines

Im heathen or evil or just misunderstood?
Hey fuck you dude, Dog i ll eat you food
Speak to the booth, so delicate, so smooth
I speak the truth, and i aint going at you
I mean i do going at you, ***** i ll cut ya

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[Coccoa]

And u sure V-Dog's aint stolen? I mean he built a reputation on it. I doubt he can actually rap what he writes down. Anyways i dont care, ur entitled to your opinion. If you think he murked me.

[ThomasAguanis]

And u sure V-Dog's aint stolen? I mean he built a reputation on it. Anyways i dont care, ur entitled to your opinion. If you think he murked me.

dont get me started with this.
v-dog built a reputation on people saying his lines were stolen yet no one ever shower a source of where he could steal them from. So I believe he writes his own shit and will believe that untill someone proves me wrong and shows me a source of where he stole lines from. I could keep going on but I don't really feel like it now. I'm gonna go to my friends house and if anyone wants to argue with me on this or if anyone's crazy enough to battle me over this subject, make a new topic and i'll respond later.