Tha King by T.I. Lyrics
[Intro]
And in case you forgot, I'm the King
Yea, Yea, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Who I'm is nigga (I'm the King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South shawty (I'm the King)
Yea, Yea, Yea, Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, P$C nigga, Aye, Aye
[Verse 1]
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's been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolina's, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated .38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the Phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxaphone
Hey, shawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong
[Hook]
I'm the King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me Sire, ya songs OK, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me Sire, you was on top
But I pass right by ya, I will not stop and I won't retire
[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just the game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"
Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't
Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya
See dopeman and I'm creeping upon ya, say that I ain't the King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss trying to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company
Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya
So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes
I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states
Cause I'm gonna spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not 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
[Hook]
And in case you forgot, I'm the King
Yea, Yea, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Who I'm is nigga (I'm the King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South shawty (I'm the King)
Yea, Yea, Yea, Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, P$C nigga, Aye, Aye
[Verse 1]
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's been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolina's, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated .38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the Phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxaphone
Hey, shawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong
[Hook]
I'm the King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me Sire, ya songs OK, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's outta call me Sire, you was on top
But I pass right by ya, I will not stop and I won't retire
[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just the game and a flow that was bonkers
Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"
Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warn ya and don't
Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya
See dopeman and I'm creeping upon ya, say that I ain't the King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't ya
All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss trying to conjure up
A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company
Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain't want ya
Moving yay, it's safe to say that they own ta ya
So it's time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes
I'm king of the south now, but theres fifty states
Cause I'm gonna spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm 24 today, give to I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not 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
[Hook]