Math Hoffa vs. Dose lyrics

[Verse 1: J Dose]
Listen, n*ggas can't handle Dose
Yeah I heard you handle bread, see if you can handle toast
Hit his dome when I'm spitting the fifth
Leave him with a spinning top without the rope and the flick of the wrist
I'm as sick as it gets, I'm a dime with these rhymes
You would, be aight, but you lying in ya' lines
Check it, I keep my mind on my mind
If time was money then I'm Shyne in his prime
I'm 'bout a dollar, profit's what I work wit'
Money's a purpose you ain't got it you ain't worth it
I [?] in order to get paid right
You showing off and I'm giving n*ggas stage fright
And when I pop then I'm robbing, get my cake right
'Cause with them shells I'm on ya' tail like brake lights
Dose, I'm in the zone where I get it in
Ocean get me flowing and I'm blowing like an instrument
Serving up blow enough snow got me shivering
Riding dolo so alone I be killing them
Homes you could bring ya' men
Chrome I'm delivering
Mossberg 5 knock bones outta ligaments
So when it's drama my trigger banging I'm sparking shells
I keep a hammer for n*ggas thinking they hard as nails
Got it all for sale, dishing and jaws
Viagra with the crack, what you getting is hard
I don't live by the law, I'm a menace to society
Moving bundles so I'm doing numbers like the lottery
Soldiers on the side of me, strong what I gotta be
AR cal slugs long as an Allen key
Steal like [?], cut mine's fast
Keep a sawed-off like woodshop class
[?] might blast, chrome to ya' cranium
Click-clack boom, turn his dome to a stadium
Another bullet dissecting ya' wig, sh*t
I grip mics, hit the strip and approach a smoker
'Cause I'm tryna make sales like Motorola
And I'm getting the profit
Keep a knot so big to the point it can't fit in my pocket
[Verse 1: Math Hoffa]
I was supposed to battle T-Rex but he was scared
But since he ain't here.....
This n*gga look like a sucker
A stupid motherf*cker right?
He the type to wonder why his son and his best friend look so much alike
I never been a pus*y n*gga, tell me what it's like
Fronting like you hard, then running for ya' f*cking life
'Cause when this lil' n*gga see the iron
You gon' see him flying down the block like deer when they see a lion
You think he a gangster? I got some f*cking news
Only thing he squeeze is his feet in his little brother's shoes
I'm a Brooklyn n*gga, no work then we go to rob
'Cause I can get a gun way faster than I can get a job
You talking hard dog I hope you really 'bout this sh*t
'Cause where I'm from we grab chains and try to punch you out the sh*t
And we'll be gone 'fore you touch the floor
And if ya' chain's fake, we find you and f*ck you up some more
This rap sh*t, ain't no competitors
This n*gga's just prey I'm the predator
I'm better than you, I be the best 'fore I D-I-E
I got one ghostwriter n*gga, B.I.G
See I'm possessed with this
Last engineer I did a session wit'
Tried to lock me up in the booth and call a exorcist
Any beat young Brooklyn a' work off
I'm hungrier than Snoop would look with his shirt off
It's two types of n*ggas in life
The n*ggas that find b*tches and f*ck 'em
And the n*ggas that-
Yo, son, get out my face, son
Get out my face