King of da South

[Verse One]
 I been a menace to society
 Since when?
 Since menace to 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 hard
 Wit' C-Rod and the squad
 This whole industry's a façade
 Man this ain't real life
 Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
 Man these niggaz is all hype
 Not even rappin' on real mics
 They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
 They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
 And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
 Hoe pick a rhyme
 [Chorus]
 Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
 I don't believe that shit
 I'm the king 'cause I said it
 And I mean that shit
 Ay, what's so special 'bout him
 Ay, he ain't all that shit
 I set the city in fire
 Have you seen that shit?
 Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
 I don't believe that shit
 I'm the king 'cause I said it
 And I mean that shit
 Ay, what's the big deal about him?
 He ain't even that shit
 I set the city on fire
 Have you seen that shit?
 [Verse Two]
 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' else worth a fight
 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 butt naked
 God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
 The truth nigga
 Like Beenie'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
 [Chorus]
 Niggaz 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, cock '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 pumpin' Fe in your heart
 Because you know sacrifice
 Was near and dear to your heart
 [Chorus]
 [talking]
 Ay, my niggaz
 Y'all already know what it is
 T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
 For life nigga
 Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
 I'ma keep it always pimpin'
 I'm stayin' down
 Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
 Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
 Go sell records
 Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
 Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
 What you wanna do nigga?
 Fuck y'all niggaz
 Come see about me if you don't like it
 King of da God damn south
 Rubberband man in this bitch
 Uh, oh, oh