[Verse One: T.I.]
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Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
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When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
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No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
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But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
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It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
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It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
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Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
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(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on simpson and center hillin
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Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
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Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
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So say what you want, and do what you please
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But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
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I run a record label and a crew of G's
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So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
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or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
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And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
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[Chorus: T.I.]
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I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
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I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
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I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
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I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
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I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
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I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
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I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
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I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
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[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
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I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
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Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
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And still find birds in my momma kitchen
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You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
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I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
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Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
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with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
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cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
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My neck got so much shit, danglin
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Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
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Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
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They be hatin cause I'm famous shawty what I was thankin
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And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
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Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
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I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
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Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: P$C]
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Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
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Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
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If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
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While y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
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That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
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Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
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That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
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Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes
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[Verse Four: T.I.]
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I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
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Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
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With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
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The South ain't been represented like this in so long
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I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
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Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
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Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
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Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in they dimples
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[Chorus]
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[T.I.] I'm a king
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I'm A King ft Lil Scrappy and P$C
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| T.I. |
