[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