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[T.I. -
(Nigga, what.)
I'm the King of the south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me nigga. King of the South.)
I got no hits.
Nigga, my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. me then, nigga.

1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop
Way the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot
I'm ya, I'm hot man
From to Scott Lane
You the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not
Now hold up, st-stop
Shawty, you're not
If you one more, got dammit
I-I-I can't it
I'm taking over spots to that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop ridin, your shit's tired
I doubt if your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know not out killin shit

2X]
Crown grand
Shawty, I be
Whoever wanna me, uh-up
Just me
then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it
You be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

2]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac,
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap,
I a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is
I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should your plaques
to the real killas and dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be
everybody 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
labeled as one of the greatest when it to the flow
give a what you think
cause if the of the south ain't complainin
like and Goodie Mob
the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.

2X]

What, what,
Yal ain't heard
Pussy nigga, yal still ain't
T.I.P., King of the South, your motherfuckin mouth
Or see bout me, homie

3]
Well, whether you can't live it
Or you just love it
One thing you can't say
is shawty we bustin
I was the King of the before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at
Now hey, don't play no with me
I ain't no lame
All I'ma bring wit me, is the who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang me
So bang with me
Know if they with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the of a eye for me
Now don't be round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain't hear that bustin sound
Til right 'fore you touch the
Now that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby
and I raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I'm hood

3x]

[T.I. -

King of the
yal niggas

Nigga, yal know
This my city,
ATL,

I washawty born and raised,
Die
Born and raised,
Bankhead-born,
One nigga down be Bankhead dead
Nigga,
me then
ATL in this
You don't it, nigga
Kiss my ass
Get a Benz talk, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a on a lake
Then tell me somethin, nigga
You like down south
Fuck you
Got plenty dick for your
Ho ass
I can
Come see me
Ho ass
PSC in muthafucka