Holyfield vs Tyson Lyrics

Holyfield vs Tyson, yeah my dawgs be bitin' I'm the real deal bitch, them other niggas just

Writin' I be out in the field, where this shit gettin

Real yeah These niggas be animals, it's kill or be killed

It's like I'm jungle sometimes, you gotta grind or you shine

You better respect my mind, cause I'm gon' die about mine

I ain't Biggie or Puffy, no you niggas can't bluff me

If I can't eat with a nigga, then you know that it's fuck him

We snatchin' your plate, then removin' your face

That bag keep touchin' down, so stay the fuck out my way

Yeah, you niggas ain't shit, got tendencies, like a bitch

I put a hole in your head, then my niggas gon' dip

Don't you ever try to push me, I'm too close to the edge

If I pull this bitch out, half of you niggas gon' beg

We all fightin' for the belt, where no feelings get felt

I be the first one in the trap, and the last one left

Jab, jab, duck, come with a uppercut

I'll bite your fuckin' ears, you can't wrap me up

Cuttin' off the whole ring, nigga, take your best swing

It's a three-knock-down rule, then this bitch spittin' thirty

I been servin' in this game, so you niggas can't jerk me

I done led you to the water, why you still lookin' thirsty

I'm the best dealer around, let's go, pound for pound

Twenty thousand for a feature, you better book me now

Bright lights out in Vegas, they got our name in the papers

You better protect yourself, or you catchin' the vapors

I got mines at all times, you know I keep you at nine

Livin' life like it's the wire, leavin' bodies behind

When you slid to the right, you should've sit to the left

Knock you out in thirty seconds, then I'm takin' the belt

Movin' in and out of state, I ain't losin' no weight

I'm a real OG, you Jenny Craig cause you fake

I met the plug face-to-face, he told me I'm gon' be straight

Go get you another safe and cop that crib by the lake

I got my slippers on every day, readin' the paper

Nigga, you always been a hater, so we'll never be neighbors

Marble floors are high ceilings, every party gettin' catered

Livin' life to the fullest, you can't do me no favors

This that Detroit hustle, movin' weight, gainin' muscle

Maury gators and a strap, boy, I'm not bout to tussle

Holyfield vs. Tyson, just the name of the song

We was posted on the block, you know what the fuck we be on

This weed so fuckin' strong, I got the whole hood buff

My nigga stuffin' a blunt, your homie gettin' rolled up

Inhale and exhale, yeah, we fired him up

Walkin' around with his chest out, boy, thought he was tough

These streets, ain't playin' games, they be murkin' you lanes

We got it all in my hood, from weed blow to the cane

Holyfield vs. Tyson, yeah, my dogs be bitin

I'm the real deal, bitch, them other niggas just writin

I be out in the field, where this shit gettin' real

Yeah, these niggas be animals, it's kill or be killed

It's like a jungle sometimes, you gotta grind or you shine

You better respect my mind, cause I'm gon' die about mine

I ain't Biggie or Puffy, no, you niggas can't bluff me

If I can't eat with a nigga, then you know that it's fuck him

Jab, jab, duck, come with a uppercut

I'll bite your fuckin' ears, you can't wrap me up

Cuttin' off the whole ring, nigga, take your best swing

It's a three-night down rule, then this bitch spittin' 30

I been servin' in this game, so you niggas can't jerk me

I done led you to the water while you still lookin' thirsty

I'm the best dealer around, let's go pound for pound

20,000 for a feature, you better book me now

I'm the best dealer around, let's go pound for pound

20,000 for a feature, you better book me now