T.I. Lyrics

Album: TRAP MUZIK

King Of Da South Lyrics

[Verse One]

 I been a menace to society

 Since when?

 Since menace to society

 Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly

 Felt like my labor hidin' me

 But here I am anyway

 I might be back to slangin' grams any day

 And if this record flop

 Well I'll be--back

 Wit' a bomb of heart

 Wit' C-Rod and the squad

 This whole industry's a faзade

 Man this ain't real life

 Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like

 Man these niggaz is all hype

 Not even rappin' on real mics

 They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like

 They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time

 And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz

 Hoe pick a rhyme

 

 [Chorus]

 Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'

 I don't believe that shit

 I'm the king 'cause I said it

 And I mean that shit

 Ay, what's so special 'bout him

 Ay, he ain't all that shit

 I set the city in fire

 Have you seen that shit?

 Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'

 I don't believe that shit

 I'm the king 'cause I said it

 And I mean that shit

 Ay, what's the big deal about him?

 He ain't even that shit

 I set the city on fire

 Have you seen that shit?

 

 [Verse Two]

 It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'

 And I'm one of 'em

 The other four, you know who you are

 But if you gotta think twice

 Well shawty you ain't nice

 Regardless of your publishing deal

 You can't write

 I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic

 The king of the south

 Nothin' else will suffice

 You wanna bet?

 Well put yo' budget up

 Match the price

 Me and you like putting matches to ice

 You won't make it

 Before I had a deal

 I was still butt naked

 God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise

 The truth nigga

 Like Beenie's first LP

 You can do a song with N'Sync

 And couldn't outsell me

 I'm a legend in my own time

 A prophet in my own rhymes

 A king wit' a concubine

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen

 They come and go

 So why I'm runnin' now

 And I ain't never run before

 Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow

 Stoppin' the show

 Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes

 You just keep watchin' the door

 Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor

 Fluff his pockets and go

 Put a quarter block on his nose

 And a glock in his clothes

 He can keep his watches and gold

 For his momma to hold

 She'll be there buyin' the hoes

 Before the drama unfolds

 They know shawty outta control

 Got me hot as a stove

 Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud

 Wettin' up yo' polos

 44's and Callico's

 a black and a chrome

 lettin' loose and splackin' your dome

 hoppin' back in the Brougham

 known for kickin' in yo' door

 wavin' gats in yo' home

 clearin' it out

 I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out

 You hearin' about

 The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart

 Because you know sacrifice

 Was near and dear to your heart

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [talking]

 Ay, my niggaz

 Y'all already know what it is

 T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad

 For life nigga

 Sanchez on the beat, dig this man

 I'ma keep it always pimpin'

 I'm stayin' down

 Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in

 Get cha little motherfuckin' deal

 Go sell records

 Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro

 Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga

 What you wanna do nigga?

 Fuck y'all niggaz

 Come see about me if you don't like it

 King of da God damn south

 Rubberband man in this bitch

 Uh, oh, oh