[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 labor hidin me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin grams any day And if this record flop Well Ill be--back Wit a bomb of heart Wit C-Rod and the squad This whole industrys a façade Man this aint real life Half these rappers dont 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 Im still outbustin these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin I dont believe that shit Im the king cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, whats so special bout him Ay, he aint all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin I dont believe that shit Im the king cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, whats the big deal about him? He aint even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] Its only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin And Im one of em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you aint nice Regardless of your publishing deal You cant write Im the best thing left blowin breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin else will suffice You wanna bet? Well put yo budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You wont make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping the Lords promise The truth nigga Like Beenies first LP You can do a song with NSync And couldnt outsell me Im 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 Im runnin now And I aint 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 Shell 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 44s and Callicos 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 Im sorry I aint 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 Yall already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man Ima keep it always pimpin Im stayin down Yall 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 yall niggaz Come see about me if you dont like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh
Artist: T.I.
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