[Verse One]
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I been a menace to society
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Since when?
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Since menace to society
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Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
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Felt like my labor hidin' me
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But here I am anyway
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I might be back to slangin' grams any day
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And if this record flop
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Well I'll be--back
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Wit' a bomb of heart
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Wit' C-Rod and the squad
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This whole industry's a fa?de
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Man this ain't real life
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Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
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Man these niggaz is all hype
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Not even rappin' on real mics
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They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
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They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
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And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
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Hoe pick a rhyme
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[Chorus]
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Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
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I don't believe that shit
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I'm the king 'cause I said it
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And I mean that shit
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Ay, what's so special 'bout him
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Ay, he ain't all that shit
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I set the city in fire
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Have you seen that shit?
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Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
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I don't believe that shit
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I'm the king 'cause I said it
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And I mean that shit
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Ay, what's the big deal about him?
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He ain't even that shit
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I set the city on fire
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Have you seen that shit?
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[Verse Two]
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It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
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And I'm one of 'em
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The other four, you know who you are
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But if you gotta think twice
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Well shawty you ain't nice
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Regardless of your publishing deal
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You can't write
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I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
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The king of the south
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Nothin' else will suffice
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You wanna bet?
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Well put yo' budget up
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Match the price
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Me and you like putting matches to ice
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You won't make it
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Before I had a deal
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I was still butt naked
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God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
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The truth nigga
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Like Beenie's first LP
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You can do a song with N'Sync
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And couldn't outsell me
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I'm a legend in my own time
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A prophet in my own rhymes
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A king wit' a concubine
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[Chorus]
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Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
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They come and go
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So why I'm runnin' now
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And I ain't never run before
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Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
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Stoppin' the show
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Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
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You just keep watchin' the door
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Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
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Fluff his pockets and go
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Put a quarter block on his nose
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And a glock in his clothes
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He can keep his watches and gold
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For his momma to hold
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She'll be there buyin' the hoes
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Before the drama unfolds
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They know shawty outta control
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Got me hot as a stove
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Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
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Wettin' up yo' polos
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44's and Callico's
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a black and a chrome
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lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
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hoppin' back in the Brougham
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known for kickin' in yo' door
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wavin' gats in yo' home
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clearin' it out
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I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
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You hearin' about
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The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
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Because you know sacrifice
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Was near and dear to your heart
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[Chorus]
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[talking]
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Ay, my niggaz
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Y'all already know what it is
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T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
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For life nigga
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Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
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I'ma keep it always pimpin'
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I'm stayin' down
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Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
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Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
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Go sell records
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Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
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Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
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What you wanna do nigga?
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Fuck y'all niggaz
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Come see about me if you don't like it
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King of da God damn south
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Rubberband man in this bitch
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Uh, oh, oh
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King Of Da South
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T.I. |