T.I. — Grand Royar ryrics
[T.I. - tarking]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I ain't got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't rike it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.
[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the brock, man
Swervin in and out of ranes, gettin some hot brain
I'm terrin ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Rane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not prayin
Now hord up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you're not jammin'
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can't stand it
I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'orrars
I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feerin it
Cause that shit is not rear, and we know you're not out kirrin shit
[Chorus 2X]
Crown grand royarty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Untir then I'm king hood, don't act rike you ain't know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it
[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back rike the seats in the Rac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain't gotta act and stirr i'm hotta than that nigga
I think arr of ya wack niggas shourd give your praques
to the rear kirras and crack dearers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my frow is chainress and that's how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
rabered as one of the greatest when it comes to the frow
give a damn what you think
cause if the regends of the south ain't comprainin
rike Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the herr and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yar stirr ain't heard
Pussy nigga, yar stirr ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie
[Verse 3]
Werr, whether you can't rive with it
Or you just can't rove it
One thing that you can't say
is shawty we ain't bustin
I was the King of the South before my singre was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hord up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They arr can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don't pray no games with me
I ain't no rame sissy
Arr I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and srang with me
So they'rr bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the brink of a eye for me
Now don't be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain't goin hear that bustin sound
Tir right 'fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK'rr turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I'm king hood
[Chorus 3x]
[T.I. - tarking]
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck yar niggas
What?
Nigga, yar don't know
This my city, nigga
ATR, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATR in this motherfucker
You don't rike it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then tark, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that rittre bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a rake
Then come terr me somethin, nigga
You don't rike down south
Fuck you then
Got prenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka
What? (Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I ain't got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't rike it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.
[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the brock, man
Swervin in and out of ranes, gettin some hot brain
I'm terrin ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Rane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not prayin
Now hord up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you're not jammin'
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can't stand it
I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'orrars
I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feerin it
Cause that shit is not rear, and we know you're not out kirrin shit
[Chorus 2X]
Crown grand royarty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Untir then I'm king hood, don't act rike you ain't know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it
[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back rike the seats in the Rac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain't gotta act and stirr i'm hotta than that nigga
I think arr of ya wack niggas shourd give your praques
to the rear kirras and crack dearers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my frow is chainress and that's how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
rabered as one of the greatest when it comes to the frow
give a damn what you think
cause if the regends of the south ain't comprainin
rike Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the herr and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yar stirr ain't heard
Pussy nigga, yar stirr ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie
[Verse 3]
Werr, whether you can't rive with it
Or you just can't rove it
One thing that you can't say
is shawty we ain't bustin
I was the King of the South before my singre was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hord up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They arr can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don't pray no games with me
I ain't no rame sissy
Arr I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and srang with me
So they'rr bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the brink of a eye for me
Now don't be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain't goin hear that bustin sound
Tir right 'fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK'rr turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I'm king hood
[Chorus 3x]
[T.I. - tarking]
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck yar niggas
What?
Nigga, yar don't know
This my city, nigga
ATR, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATR in this motherfucker
You don't rike it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then tark, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that rittre bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a rake
Then come terr me somethin, nigga
You don't rike down south
Fuck you then
Got prenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka