[Verse One]
I been a menace to society
Since when?
Since menace to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor hidin´ me
But here I am anyway
I might be back to slangin´ grams any day
And if this record flop
Well I´ll be--back
Wit´ a bomb of heart
Wit´ C-Rod and the squad
This whole industry´s a façade
Man this ain´t real life
Half these rappers don´t know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggaz is all hype
Not even rappin´ on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin´ these niggaz one at a time
And I´m still outbustin´ these niggaz
Hoe pick a rhyme

[Chorus]
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin´
I don´t believe that shit
I´m the king ´cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what´s so special ´bout him
Ay, he ain´t all that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you seen that shit?
Ay, what these other niggaz talkin´
I don´t believe that shit
I´m the king ´cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Ay, what´s the big deal about him?
He ain´t even that shit
I set the city on fire
Have you seen that shit?

[Verse Two]
It´s only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin´
And I´m one of ´em
The other four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think twice
Well shawty you ain´t nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can´t write
I´m the best thing left blowin´ breath on the mic
The king of the south
Nothin´ else will suffice
You wanna bet?
Well put yo´ budget up
Match the price
Me and you like putting matches to ice
You won´t make it
Before I had a deal
I was still butt naked
God signed this, like keeping´ the Lord´s promise
The truth nigga
Like Beenie´s first LP
You can do a song with N´Sync
And couldn´t outsell me
I´m a legend in my own time
A prophet in my own rhymes
A king wit´ a concubine

[Chorus]

Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
They come and go
So why I´m runnin´ now
And I ain´t never run before
Grab choppers, cock ´em and blow
Stoppin´ the show
Bet or owe ´em, droppin´ the hoes
You just keep watchin´ the door
Pop ´em, watch ´em drop to the floor
Fluff his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and gold
For his momma to hold
She´ll be there buyin´ the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin´ holes in yo´ Girbaud
Wettin´ up yo´ polos
44´s and Callico´s
a black and a chrome
lettin´ loose and splackin´ your dome
hoppin´ back in the Brougham
known for kickin´ in yo´ door
wavin´ gats in yo´ home
clearin´ it out
I´m sorry I ain´t hearin´ you out
You hearin´ about
The squad pumpin´ Fe in your heart
Because you know sacrifice
Was near and dear to your heart

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay, my niggaz
Y´all already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
I´ma keep it always pimpin´
I´m stayin´ down
Y´all niggaz gone send yo´ demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin´ deal
Go sell records
Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
What you wanna do nigga?
Fuck y´all niggaz
Come see about me if you don´t like it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh