T.I., Paul Wall - Tha King (Chopped & Screwed) lyrics

TIP, Atlanta's own King of the South shawty
(I'm the King) yeah, yeah, yeah
Better keep my name out your mouth shawty
(I'm the King) yeah, P$C nigga, ayy, ayy

All hail Atlanta's own
Owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he
Just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own
Owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he
Just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own
Owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he
Just should've left the man alone
It's been seen
Shown and evident Atlanta's known
The King's been the one rеpresentin'
All of Atlanta's zones back whеn niggas was
Representin' Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got
He put the 'hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen
Then hit every trap and traveled on
They express us from Texas to Alabama strong
From down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolina's, Virginia
To David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best
To mind your manners, homes
Got a nickel-plated 38 but
Hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like you should
Set the Phantom on in it, see me ridin'
Gettin' blown like a sax-saxophone
Hey, shawty spit the shit
It take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on your tube
Dude, you must channel, channel wrong

I'm the King of the South
There is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me
Sire, your songs okay, 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 out there call me Sire
You was on top but, I pass right by you
I will not stop and I won't retire

I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity spon'
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity spon'
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
Front if, front if you wanna
Dead niggas like the bitches from, "Monster"
Now you been told, say I
Say I ain't warned you
And don't let it alarm you
Leakin' leakin' then the reapers upon you
Speak on me, and I'm creepin' upon you
Say that I ain't the King
But, you just sour
You ain't think of it aren't you
All the hatin', ain't no time to respond
I'm busy tryna conjure way-to-way to
Get this currency laundered
Ain't my fault your record company conned you
Sign-signin' a deal
Shy of a mill' 'cause they
Really ain't want you
Movin' yay, it's safe to say that they on us
So, it's time to move on but stay the state
And get cake sellin' big estates
I'm king of the south now
But, it's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate
Who in the way
I'm 24 today, give me 'til I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey
And not just in the states
See, I bend just to win
But, I ain't finna break
Most you niggas fake, fake
And I'll say it in you nigga's face

I'm the King of the South
There is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me
Sire, your songs okay, 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 out there call me Sire
You was on top but, I pass right by you
I will not stop and I won't retire