[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