T.I. - talking]
What?
n***a, what.
I'm the King of the south.
Huh, what? I'm T.I.P n***a.
Picture that, n***a.
Try me then n***a. King of the South.
I ain't got no hits.
n***a, kiss my a**, n***a.
Bust me then, s**a. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
n***a, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, n***a.
n***a, I can fight n***a. I can say what the f** I wanna say, n***a.
PSC.
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, n***a.
[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain
I'm tellin ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not playin
Now hold up, st-stop damn it
Shawty, you're not jammin'
If you hear one more, got damn it
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 sh**'s tired
I doubt if even your b**h buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how n***as who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why n***as not feelin it
Cause that sh** is not real, and we know you're not out k**in sh**
[Chorus 2X]
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it
[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, n***a
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, n***a
I ain't a rap n***a, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that n***a
I think all of ya wack n***as should give your plaques
to the real k**as and crack dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your a** whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remain
is T I P K I N G O F D A S O, a U T H
labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
give a damn what you think
cause if the legends of the south ain't complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the f** do I care what you sayin?
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
p**y n***a, yal still ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your muthaf**in mouth
Or come see bout me, homie
[Verse 3]
Well, whether you can't live with it
Or you just can't love it
One thing that you can't say
is shawty we ain't bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don't play no games with me
I ain't no lame sissy
All I'm a bring wit me, is the n***as who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So they'll bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don't be f**in' round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain't goin hear that bustin sound
Til right 'fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK'll 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. - talking]
What?
King of the South
Muthaf** yal n***as
What?
n***a, yal don't know
This my city, n***a
ATL, n***a
What?
I washawty born and raised, n***a
Die here
Born and raised, n***a
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One n***a down goin be Bankhead dead
n***a, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this muthaf**er
You don't like it, n***a
Kiss my muthaf**in a**
Get a Benz then talk, n***a
I don't give a f** what you think about that little bitty-a** house you got
n***a, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, n***a
You don't like down south
f** you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Hoe a** n***a
I can fight
Come see bout me
Hoe a** n***a
PSC in this muthaf**a.