[T.I. - talking]
What? (Ni**a, what.)
I`m the King of the Motherf**kin south. (Huh, what? I`m T.I.P ni**a.)
Picture that, ni**a. (Try me then ni**a. King of the South.)
I ain`t got no hits.
Ni**a, kiss my ass, ni**a. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Ni**a, I been bustin`. You don`t like it. Outbust me then, ni**a.
Ni**a, I can fight ni**a. I can say what the f**k I wanna say, ni**a. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, ni**a.

[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain
I`m tellin ya, I`m hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I`m not playin
Now hold up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, you`re not jammin`
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I can`t stand it
I`m taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your s**t`s tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six `ollars
I can`t see how ni**as who not spittin ask why they not winnin`
Or why their record not spinnin, why ni**as not feelin it
Cause that s**t is not real, and we know you`re not out killin s**t

[Chorus 2X]
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then I`m king hood, don`t act like you ain`t know it
You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, ni**a
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, ni**a
I ain`t a rap ni**a, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain`t gotta act and still i`m hotta than that ni**a
I think all of ya wack ni**as should give your plaques
to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script
get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous
everybody know my flow is chainless and that`s how i remain
is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H
labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow
give a damn what you think
cause if the legends of the south ain`t complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the hell and the f**k do i care what you sayin
I`m T.I.P.

[Chorus 2X]

What, what, what
Yal still ain`t heard
Pussy ni**a, yal still ain`t heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherf**kin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie

[Verse 3]
Well, whether you can`t live with it
Or you just can`t love it
One thing that you can`t say
is shawty we ain`t bustin
I was the King of the South before my single was out
I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties
So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me
They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40
Now hey, don`t play no games with me
I ain`t no lame sissy
All I`ma bring wit me, is the ni**as who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So they`ll bang with me
Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don`t be f**kin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You ain`t goin hear that bustin sound
Til right `fore you touch the ground
Now know that AK`ll turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
I`m king hood

[Chorus 3x]

[T.I. - talking]
What?
King of the South
Motherf**k yal ni**as
What?
Ni**a, yal don`t know
This my city, ni**a
ATL, ni**a
What?
I washawty born and raised, ni**a
Die here
Born and raised, ni**a
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One ni**a down goin be Bankhead dead
Ni**a, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherf**ker
You don`t like it, ni**a
Kiss my motherf**kin ass
Get a Benz then talk, ni**a
I don`t give a f**k what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Ni**a, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, ni**a
You don`t like down south
F**k you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass ni**a
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass ni**a
PSC in this muthaf**ka