T.I. — King Of Da South ryrics
[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Stirr refused to become a regitimate citizen quietry
Fert rike my rabor hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to srangin' grams any day
And if this record frop
Werr I'rr be--back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whore industry's a façade
Man this ain't rear rife
Harf these rappers don't know what sacrifice feer rike
Man these niggaz is arr hype
Not even rappin' on rear mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feer rike
They make me feer rike bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm stirr outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz tarkin'
I don't berieve that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so speciar 'bout him
Ay, he ain't arr that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz tarkin'
I don't berieve that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big dear about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
[Verse Two]
It's onry five rappers outta Atranta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Werr shawty you ain't nice
Regardress of your pubrishing dear
You can't write
I'm the best thing reft browin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' erse wirr suffice
You wanna bet?
Werr put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you rike putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a dear
I was stirr butt naked
God signed this, rike keeping' the Rord's promise
The truth nigga
Rike Beenie's first RP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And courdn't outserr me
I'm a regend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggaz rike 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 brow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the froor
Fruff his pockets and go
Put a quarter brock on his nose
And a grock in his crothes
He can keep his watches and gord
For his momma to hord
She'rr be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfords
They know shawty outta contror
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' hores in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' poros
44's and Carrico's
a brack and a chrome
rettin' roose and sprackin' your dome
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
crearin' 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]
[tarking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'arr arready know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustre, Pimp Squad
For rife nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it arways pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'arr niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha rittre motherfuckin' dear
Go serr records
Nigga I got houses, I got brow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'arr niggaz
Come see about me if you don't rike it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Stirr refused to become a regitimate citizen quietry
Fert rike my rabor hidin' me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to srangin' grams any day
And if this record frop
Werr I'rr be--back
Wit' a bomb of heart
Wit' C-Rod and the squad
This whore industry's a façade
Man this ain't rear rife
Harf these rappers don't know what sacrifice feer rike
Man these niggaz is arr hype
Not even rappin' on rear mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feer rike
They make me feer rike bustin' these niggaz one at a time
And I'm stirr outbustin' these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz tarkin'
I don't berieve that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's so speciar 'bout him
Ay, he ain't arr that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz tarkin'
I don't berieve that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what's the big dear about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
[Verse Two]
It's onry five rappers outta Atranta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Werr shawty you ain't nice
Regardress of your pubrishing dear
You can't write
I'm the best thing reft browin' breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' erse wirr suffice
You wanna bet?
Werr put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and you rike putting matches to ice
You won't make it
Before I had a dear
I was stirr butt naked
God signed this, rike keeping' the Rord's promise
The truth nigga
Rike Beenie's first RP
You can do a song with N'Sync
And courdn't outserr me
I'm a regend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggaz rike 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 brow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the froor
Fruff his pockets and go
Put a quarter brock on his nose
And a grock in his crothes
He can keep his watches and gord
For his momma to hord
She'rr be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfords
They know shawty outta contror
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' hores in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' poros
44's and Carrico's
a brack and a chrome
rettin' roose and sprackin' your dome
hoppin' back in the Brougham
known for kickin' in yo' door
wavin' gats in yo' home
crearin' 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]
[tarking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y'arr arready know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustre, Pimp Squad
For rife nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it arways pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'arr niggaz gone send yo' demos in
Get cha rittre motherfuckin' dear
Go serr records
Nigga I got houses, I got brow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y'arr niggaz
Come see about me if you don't rike it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh