Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King of da South, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 18.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King of da South |
| 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 faade |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |