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urltv - 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 fl!ck 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 sh-lls 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 k!lling 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 sh-lls
i keep a hammer for n-ggas thinking they hard as nails
got it all for sale, dishing and jaws
v–gr- 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 cl-ss
[?] might blast, chrome to ya’ cranium
cl!ck-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 p-ssy 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 compet-tors
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-

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