[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they
mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all
opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood
without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin
for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin
niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on simpson and
center hillin
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin
it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was
through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your
knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what
the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in
your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked
off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped
off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the
South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name
out'cha mouth

[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be stankin
They be hatin cause I'm famous shawty what I was
thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be
nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match
it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: P]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the
greatest
Numba one hustla, I keep the streets blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell
raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow
mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these
Benja-maynes

[Verse Four: T.I.]
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the
throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so
strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so
long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my
temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to
your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain
and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckas in
they dimples

[Chorus]

[T.I.] I'm a king