F.O.E Shawn The Don - Holyfield vs Tyson

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

Written by:
LaShawn Holston

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