Holyfield Lyrics

He had his ear to the street

They called him holyfield

Then Lost his ear in the beef

Cuz his homie steal

Now he rest in peace

He in the holy field

Things got so deep

He never wrote a will

As his kids weep

As the casket sealed

Would be alive but deceased

Off prescription pills

Beware of traffic street

Only if he yield

Ice around his neck

But buddy had no chill

Robbin and finesse

Just to pay the bills

Stealing and taking

Was his only skill

Times hit hard real deal

Another holyfield

His partner died

So went in for the kill

For couple pounds

A couple rounds was his only deal

He got put down

Flush his whip he was the only kill

Hook