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
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