[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 niggaz is all hype Not even rappin´ on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin´ these niggaz one at a time And I´m still outbustin´ these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme
[Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin´ I don´t believe that shit I´m the king ´cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what´s so special ´bout him Ay, he ain´t all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin´ I don´t believe that shit I´m the king ´cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what´s the big deal about him? He ain´t even that shit I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?
[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 butt naked God signed this, like keeping´ the Lord´s promise The truth nigga 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
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Niggaz 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, cock ´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
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[talking] Ay, my niggaz Y´all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I´ma keep it always pimpin´ I´m stayin´ down Y´all niggaz gone send yo´ demos in Get cha little motherfuckin´ deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y´all niggaz Come see about me if you don´t like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh
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