T.I. - Grand Royal lyrics

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.