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[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 faзade
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

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