P - I'm a KingLyrics

[T.I] Now, everybody wanna be the king of the south When, they ain't runnin' a damn thing but they mouth No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion But in the south, in any hood, its understood without sayin' It's a given, and it ain't cuz of what I'm doin' for a livin' It's, more because of what I do and how I'm livin' Not to mention, when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggas feelings (niggas feelings) And still chillin' on Simpson and Center Hillin' Made provisions for the click and continue keepin' it pimpin' Whether crack was in the house or record sales went through the ceilin' So say what you want, and do what you please] But for fun, I shoot 22 from ya shoe to ya knees I run a record label and a crew of Gs So, niggas'll come and look for you if I sneeze Or even breathe the wrong way You better do what the song say And Be Easy, else it'll be a long day [Chorus] (I'm a king) Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans (I'm a king) You pussy niggas couldn't see me in your dreams (I'm a king) Top topic of all of your magazines (I'm a king) Head of the body, leader of the team (I'm a king) Remember I can get your block knocked dawg (I'm a king) A Bentley coupe with the top chopped off (I'm a king) I'm connected nationwide, but in the south (I'm a king) Just expect ya to keep my name out cha mouth (I'm a king) [Lil' Scrappy] I'm a grand hot shelf, the last player left Nigga wanna harden up, I'm the ruler of myself (self) Fresh when I walk, you got manure in your steps The less a nigga talk, the more a boss is impressed It's a mess when you flex, let's take away your belt Leave you stretched on the whips, take your head off your neck Shit I feel like Sha Po', I'll roll more or less (more or less) 45s in my slets, I ride for the set You ain't live as a Tekk, assault rifle of a boy I treat 'em like pets, solid gold bullets I'll kill you with finesse (shh), this is not a test Desert Es at your request, it's poppin' all that shit, now what do you suggest? [T.I.] Hey, hey, hey, hey Laid out like a drunk on the late late, so haters hate The hell with all the haters say, from Wednesday to Tuesday T.I.P. like a fool HEY (fool HEY....fool HEY) [Chorus] [P] I'm down with the kings, some call me the greatest Number 1 hustler, I keep the street blazin' If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins Why y'all cherry-pickin' hustlers out here slavin'? That cane shit nigga run deep in my veins Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne That's pimpin', my game is premium like octane Can't tell we knowin' bout stackin' these bitches man [T.I.] I'm the king of the dirty, superseded in the throne Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome With a princess so demandin' and an aura so strong The south ain't been represented like this is so long I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin' on my temper Or otherwise I'd cock some pistols send some missiles to your temple Disrespect us I'ma blick up to ya, get ya, plain and simple Brass knuckles to your dentals, blast suckers in their dimples [Chorus]