Sanchez Holmes - Kingofdasouth lyrics

I been a menace to society Since when? since Menace 2 Society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my label 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 facade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these n***as is all hype, not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the f** they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these n***as one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these n***as, ho pick a rhyme [Hook:] Ay, what these other n***as talkin' I don't believe that sh** I'm the king cause I said it and I mean that sh** Ay, what's so special 'bout him ay, he ain't all that sh** I set the city on fire and you seen that sh**? Ay, what these other n***as talkin' I don't believe that sh** I'm the king cause I said it and I mean that sh** Ay, what's the big deal about him, he ain't even that sh** I set the city on fire and you seen that sh**? 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' less 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 bu*t naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth n***a like Beanie'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 [Hook] n***as 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, co*k '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 pumping fear in your heart Because you know sacrifice was near and dear to your heart [Hook] Ay, my n***as y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad for life n***a Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'mma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all n***as gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherf**in' deal Go sell records n***a I got houses, I got blow, I got dro n***a I got hoes, n***a I got property n***a What you wanna do n***a? f** y'all n***as Come see about me if you don't like it King of da goddamn south Rubberband man in this b**h Uh, oh, uh, oh