Текст песни: T.I. - Tha King



[Verse 1]


All hail Atlanta`s own, owner of Atlanta`s throne


If he ain`t want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone


This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known


The king`s been the one representing all of Atlantas zones


Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong


Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on


The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on


Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong


Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes,


From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner`s home


I`m well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes


I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome


And it shine like ya should set the phatom on


In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone


Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on


If I ain`t on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong





[Chorus]


I`m the king of the south, theres is none flyer


Sucker MC`s outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I`m on fire


24 inches on my rims and tires


I`m the king of the south, there is none flyer


Sucker MC`s outta call me sire, you was on top


But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won`t retire





[Verse 2]


I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names


No fame, no celebrity sponsors


Just the game and a flow that was bonkers


Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"


Now you been told, so don`t say I ain`t warn ya and don`t


Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya


See dopeman and I`m creepin upon ya, say that I ain`t the king


But you just sour, you ain`t think of it aren`t ya


All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up


A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company


Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain`t want ya


Moving yay, it`s safe to say that they own ta ya


So it`s time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes


I`m king of the south now, but theres fifty states


Cause I`ma spread out and I`ll eliminate who in the way


I`m 24 today, give to I`m 28


I`ll be ruler of all that I survey and not 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 ya face





[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]


All hail Atlanta`s own, owner of Atlanta`s throne


If he ain`t want no trouble he just shoulda left the man alone


This the scene shown and evident Atlantas known


The king`s been the one representing all of Atlantas zones


Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong


Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on


The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on


Past, present to Texas to Alambama strong


Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes,


From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner`s home


I`m well connected haters, best to mind ya manners homes


I got a nickel-plated 38, but hey the hammer chrome


And it shine like ya should set the phatom on


In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxphone


Hey shawty spitting shit it takes to put a candle on


If I ain`t on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong





[Chorus]


I`m the king of the south, theres is none flyer


Sucker MC`s outta call me sire, ya songs ok, but I`m on fire


24 inches on my rims and tires


I`m the king of the south, there is none flyer


Sucker MC`s outta call me sire, you was on top


But I pass right by ya, I will not stop, I won`t retire





[Verse 2]


I came, I saw, I conquered (ok) with no big names


No fame, no celebrity sponsors


Just the game and a flow that was bonkers


Nigga front if ya wanna, I dead niggas like the bitches from "Monster"


Now you been told, so don`t say I ain`t warn ya and don`t


Let it alarm ya, when ya leaking, and the reapers upon ya


See dopeman and I`m creepin upon ya, say that I ain`t the king


But you just sour, you ain`t think of it aren`t ya


All the hating, is no time to respond to, I miss tryin to conjure up


A way to get experience and launder, hey I thought ya record company


Con ya in to signing a deal shy of a mill cause they really ain`t want ya


Moving yay, it`s safe to say that they own ta ya


So it`s time to move on to real estate, and get cake selling bigger stakes


I`m king of the south now, but theres fifty states


Cause I`ma spread out and I`ll eliminate who in the way


I`m 24 today, give to I`m 28


I`ll be ruler of all that I survey and not 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 ya face





[Chorus]
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