[T.I. talking]
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Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
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So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B
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So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
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the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
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Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
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We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
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[Hook]
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I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz!
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I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz!
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I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
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In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz!
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I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
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NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
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NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
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NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..)
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[T.I.]
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Man we been throwin raps for too long
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Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
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I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
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T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
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We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
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Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out
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He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
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I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
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Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out"
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Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
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Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now
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We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
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Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
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The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
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If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
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When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait
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And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
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[Hook]
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[Killer Mike]
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Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler
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Grown folk trap, scramb-ler
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Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager
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My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin
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I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga
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I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin
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You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me
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I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me
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I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP!
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It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK!
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My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk
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We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks
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From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda
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I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine
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Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine
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Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son
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This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun
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[Hook]
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[Bun B]
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Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk
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Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk
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I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered
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devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered
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From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris
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I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris
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Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow
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In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild
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I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this
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I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss
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They put me hot on list, where players are posted
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But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted
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And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on
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The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on
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Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody
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Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie
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[Hook]
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[Killer Mike talking]
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All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run
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The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee?
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T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun?
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We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport
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Emcees are dying, mothers are crying
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and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying
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It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth
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AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!
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Re-Akshon (Remix) (featuring featuring Bun B & T.I.)
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Killer Mike |