[Verse OneI been a menace to societySince when?Since menace to societyStill refused to become a legitimate citizen quietlyFelt like my labor hidin meBut here I am anywayI might be back to slangin grams any dayAnd if this record flopWell I ll be--backWit a bomb of heartWit C-Rod and the squadThis whole industry s a fa?adeMan this ain t real lifeHalf these rappers don t know what sacrifice feel likeMan these niggaz is all hypeNot even rappin on real micsThey just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel likeThey make me feel like bustin these niggaz one at a timeAnd I m still outbustin these niggazHoe pick a rhyme[ChorusAywhat these other niggaz talkin I don t believe that shitI m the king cause I said itAnd I mean that shitAywhat s so special bout himAyhe ain t all that shitI set the city in fireHave you seen that shit?Aywhat these other niggaz talkin I don t believe that shitI m the king cause I said itAnd I mean that shitAywhat s the big deal about him?He ain t even that shitI set the city on fireHave you seen that shit?[Verse TwoIt s only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin And I m one of emThe other fouryou know who you areBut if you gotta think twiceWell shawty you ain t niceRegardless of your publishing dealYou can t writeI m the best thing left blowin breath on the micThe king of the southNothin else will sufficeYou wanna bet?Well put yo budget upMatch the priceMe and you like putting matches to iceYou won t make itBefore I had a dealI was still butt nakedGod signed thislike keeping the Lord s promiseThe truth niggaLike Beenie s first LPYou can do a song with N SyncAnd couldn t outsell meI m a legend in my own timeA prophet in my own rhymesA king wit a concubine[ChorusNiggaz like youa dime a dozenThey come and goSo why I m runnin nowAnd I ain t never run beforeGrab chopperscock em and blowStoppin the showBet or owe emdroppin the hoesYou just keep watchin the doorPop emwatch em drop to the floorFluff his pockets and goPut a quarter block on his noseAnd a glock in his clothesHe can keep his watches and goldFor his momma to holdShe ll be there buyin the hoesBefore the drama unfoldsThey know shawty outta controlGot me hot as a stovePuttin holes in yo GirbaudWettin up yo polos44 s and Callico sa black and a chromelettin loose and splackin your domehoppin back in the Broughamknown for kickin in yo doorwavin gats in yo homeclearin it outI m sorry I ain t hearin you outYou hearin aboutThe squad pumpin Fe in your heartBecause you know sacrificeWas near and dear to your heart[Chorus[talkingAymy niggazY all already know what it isT-I-PGrand HustlePimp SquadFor life niggaSanchez on the beatdig this manI ma keep it always pimpin I m stayin downY all niggaz gone send yo demos inGet cha little motherfuckin dealGo sell recordsNigga I got housesI got blowI got droNigga I got hoesnigga I got property niggaWhat you wanna do nigga?Fuck y all niggazCome see about me if you don t like itKing of da God damn southRubberband man in this bitchUhohoh

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