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$C]. 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. 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