[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