Grand Royal

[T.I. - talking] What? (Nigga, what) I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga) Picture that, nigga (Try me then nigga. King of the South) I ain't got no hits Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC) King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga [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 dammit Shawty, you're not jammin' If you hear one more, got dammit I-I-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 shit's tired I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six dimes I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin' Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not ah killin shit [Hook 2X] Crown damn royalty Shawty, I must be Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up Just outbust me Until then I'm king of it, don't act like you ain't know it You wanna be supreme, of it, go get 16 for it [Verse 2] I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga Since the days of 97 sacks in the back of the trap, nigga I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap With a gift I ain't gotta act and still I'm hotta than that nigga I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques To the real killas and crack dealers for writing your script Get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous Everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how I remain It's T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, ah 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 hell and the fuck do I care what you sayin I'm T.I.P [Hook 2X] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin 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 it ain't bustin I was the King of the South before my single was out I gave you everything from the hoes 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'mma bring wit me, is the niggas 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 down to die for me Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me Now don't be fuckin round, before 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 was raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby I'm king of it [Hook 3x] [T.I. - talking] What? King of the South Motherfuck yal niggas What? Nigga, yal don't know This my city, nigga ATL, nigga What? I washawty born and raised, nigga Die here Born and raised, nigga Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead Nigga, what? Outbust me then ATL in this motherfucker You don't like it, nigga Kiss my motherfuckin ass Get a Benz then talk, nigga I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got Nigga, get a house on a lake Then come tell me somethin, nigga You don't like down south Fuck you then Got plenty dick for your mouth Ho ass nigga I can fight Come see bout me Ho ass nigga PSC in this muthafucka