Tha King - Screwed Version

Live from the gridiron, DJ Paul Wall

T.I.P., Urban Legend

It's the South baby

The regular version in stores now, go pick it up

5Th Quad Click, what they talkin' about

All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne

If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone

All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne

If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone

All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne

If he ain't want no trouble, he just should've left the man alone

It's been seen, shown and evident, Atlanta's known

The king been the one representin' all of Atlanta zone

See back when niggas was representin' Atlanta wrong

Every shot he got he put the hoods of Atlanta on

The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on

Mass presence from Texas to Alabama strong

From down in Miami up to Louisiana homes

From the Carolinas, Virginia to David Banner's home

I'm well connected haters, best to mind your manners homes

Got a nickel plated .38, but ain't a hammer chrome

And it shine like the shit I set the Phantom on

And it see me ridin' gettin' blown, sack a saxophone

Shawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on

If I ain't on your tube dude, you must got 'em shallow wrong

I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer

Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia

Your songs okay, but I'm right by ya

24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired

I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer

Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia

Thought you was on top, but I passed right by ya

I will not stop, and I won't retire

I came, I saw, I conquered

With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors

I came, I saw, I conquered

With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors

I came, I saw, I conquered

With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors

Just some game, and a flow that was bonkers

Nigga front if you want, I dead niggas like the bitches my moms

Now you can go, say I ain't warned ya, don't let it alarm ya

You leakin' leakin', and the reapers upon ya

Speak on me, and I'm creepin' up on ya

Sayin' I ain't the king, but you just

Sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya?

All the hate, got no time to respond, I'm busy tryin' to conjure

A way to get this currency longer

Ain't my fault your record company conned ya

Signin' the deal shy of a mill, cause they really ain't want ya

Movin' yay, it's safe to say that they onto

So it's time to move on to state to state

And get cake sellin' bigger stakes

I'm the king of the South now, but it's 50 states

I'ma spread out now, eliminate who in the way

I'm 24 today, give me 'til I'm 28

I'll be ruler of all that I survey, and that's 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 you niggas face

I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer

Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia

Your songs okay, but I'm right by ya

24 Inches on my rims, I'm tired

I'm the king of the South, the N' life flyer

Sucka MC's, oughta call my psycheia

Thought you was on top, but I passed right by ya

I will not stop, and I won't retire

Motivation, haters better get on your job

Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga

Motivation, haters better get on your job

Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga

Motivation, haters better get on your job

Tell 'em, haters get on your job nigga

Motivation, sucka niggas better get on your job

If you hatin', get on your job nigga