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letra de king of da south - t.i.

[verse one]
i been a menace to society
since when?
since menace to society
still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
felt like my labor hidin’ me
but here i am anyway
i might be back to slangin’ grams any day
and if this record flop
well i’ll be–back
wit’ a bomb of heart
wit’ c-rod and the squad
this whole industry’s a façade
man this ain’t real life
half these rappers don’t know what sacrifice feel like
man these n-gg-z is all hype
not even rappin’ on real mics
they just get high and say whatever the f-ck they feel like
they make me feel like bustin’ these n-gg-z one at a time
and i’m still outbustin’ these n-gg-z
hoe pick a rhyme

[chorus]
ay, what these other n-gg-z talkin’
i don’t believe that sh-t
i’m the king ’cause i said it
and i mean that sh-t
ay, what’s so special ’bout him
ay, he ain’t all that sh-t
i set the city in fire
have you seen that sh-t?
ay, what these other n-gg-z talkin’
i don’t believe that sh-t
i’m the king ’cause i said it
and i mean that sh-t
ay, what’s the big deal about him?
he ain’t even that sh-t
i set the city on fire
have you seen that sh-t?

[verse two]
it’s only five rappers outta atlanta who bustin’
and i’m one of ’em
the other four, you know who you are
but if you gotta think twice
well shawty you ain’t nice
regardless of your publishing deal
you can’t write
i’m the best thing left blowin’ breath on the mic
the king of the south
nothin’ else will suffice
you wanna bet?
well put yo’ budget up
match the price
me and you like putting matches to ice
you won’t make it
before i had a deal
i was still b-tt naked
god signed this, like keeping’ the lord’s promise
the truth n-gg-
like beenie’s first lp
you can do a song with n’sync
and couldn’t outsell me
i’m a legend in my own time
a prophet in my own rhymes
a king wit’ a concubine

[chorus]

n-gg-z like you, a dime a dozen
they come and go
so why i’m runnin’ now
and i ain’t never run before
grab choppers, c-ck ’em and blow
stoppin’ the show
bet or owe ’em, droppin’ the hoes
you just keep watchin’ the door
pop ’em, watch ’em drop to the floor
fluff his pockets and go
put a quarter block on his nose
and a glock in his clothes
he can keep his watches and gold
for his momma to hold
she’ll be there buyin’ the hoes
before the drama unfolds
they know shawty outta control
got me hot as a stove
puttin’ holes in yo’ girbaud
wettin’ up yo’ polos
44’s and callico’s
a black and a chrome
lettin’ loose and splackin’ your dome
hoppin’ back in the brougham
known for kickin’ in yo’ door
wavin’ gats in yo’ home
clearin’ it out
i’m sorry i ain’t hearin’ you out
you hearin’ about
the squad pumpin’ fe in your heart
because you know sacrifice
was near and dear to your heart

[chorus]

[talking]
ay, my n-gg-z
y’all already know what it is
tip, grand hustle, pimp squad
for life n-gg-
sanchez on the beat, dig this man
i’ma keep it always pimpin’
i’m stayin’ down
y’all n-gg-z gone send yo’ demos in
get cha little motherf-ckin’ deal
go sell records
n-gg- i got houses, i got blow, i got dro
n-gg- i got hoes, n-gg- i got property n-gg-
what you wanna do n-gg-?
f-ck y’all n-gg-z
come see about me if you don’t like it
king of da god d-mn south
rubberband man in this b-tch
uh, oh, oh

- t i

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