[Verse 1: J Dose]

Listen, niggas 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 work shifts in order to get paid right

You showing off and I'm giving niggas 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 niggas 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

Steel like a mill, 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, shit

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 nigga look like a sucker

A stupid motherfucker right?

He the type to wonder why his son and his best friend look so much alike

I never been a pussy nigga, tell me what it's like

Fronting like you hard, then running for ya' fucking life

'Cause when this lil' nigga 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 fucking news

Only thing he squeeze is his feet in his little brother's shoes

I'm a Brooklyn nigga, 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 shit

'Cause where I'm from we grab chains and try to punch you out the shit

And we'll be gone 'fore you touch the floor

And if ya' chain's fake, we find you and fuck you up some more

This rap shit, ain't no competitors

This nigga'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 nigga, 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 niggas in life

The niggas that find bitches and fuck 'em

And the niggas that-

Yo, son, get out my face, son

Get out my face