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T.I. - Tha King lyrics
[Intro] And in case you forgot, I'm the kinggggggg Yea, Yea,.....Aye, Aye, Aye,..Aye Who I'm is nigga (I'm the kinggggg) T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south shawty (I'm the kinggggg) Yea, Yea, Yeahhhh..Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the kinggg) Yeah, PSC nigga, Aye, Aye [Verse 1] All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne If he ain't want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known The king's been the one representing all of Atlantas zones Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes, From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome And it shine like ya should set the phatom on In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong [Chorus] I'm the king of the south, theres is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I'm on fire 24 inches on my rims and tires I'm the king of the south, there is none flyer Sucker MC's outta call me sire, you was on top But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won't retire [Verse 2] I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names No fame, no celebrity sponsors Just the game and a flow that was bonkers Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster" Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya See dopeman and I'm creepin upon ya, say that I ain't the king But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states Cause I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28 I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in ya face. [Chorus] |
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