[T.I. - talking]
What? (Nigga, what.)
I´m the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I´m T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I ain´t got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin´. You don´t like it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.

[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain
I´m tellin ya, I´m hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I´m not playin
Now hold up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you´re not jammin´
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can´t stand it
I´m taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shit´s tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six ´ollars
I can´t see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin´
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know you´re not out killin shit

[Chorus 2X]
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then I´m king hood, don´t act like you ain´t know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain´t a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain´t gotta act and still i´m hotta than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques
to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my flow is chainless and that´s how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
give a damn what you think
cause if the legends of the south ain´t complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin
I´m T.I.P.

[Chorus 2X]

What, what, what
Yal still ain´t heard
Pussy nigga, yal still ain´t heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie

[Verse 3]
Well, whether you can´t live with it
Or you just can´t love it
One thing that you can´t say
is shawty we ain´t bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don´t play no games with me
I ain´t no lame sissy
All I´ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So they´ll bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don´t be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain´t goin hear that bustin sound
Til right ´fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK´ll turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I´m king hood

[Chorus 3x]

[T.I. - talking]
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck yal niggas
What?
Nigga, yal don´t know
This my city, nigga
ATL, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don´t like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don´t give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, nigga
You don´t like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka