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' see-Rod and [Bm]the squad
This whole industɾy's a façade
Man this ain't ɾeal life
Half these ɾappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggas is all [Em]hype
Not even ɾappin' on [C7]ɾeal mics
They just get high and [Bm]say whatever the f*ck they feel like
They make me feel like [F]bustin' these niggas one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these niggas
Hoe pick a ɾhyme
[Chorus]
Hey, what these other niggas talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Hey, what's so special 'bout him
Hey, he ain't all [Em]that shit
I set the city in fire
Have you [A7seen that shit?
Hey, what these other niggas talkin'
I don't believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I said it
And I mean that shit
Hey, what's the big deal about him?
He ain't even that shit
I set the city on [C7]fire
Have you [A7seen that shit?
It's only five ɾappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you [A7know who you [A7are
But if you [A7gotta think twice
Well shawty you [A7ain't nice
Regardless of your publishing deal
You can't write
I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on [C7]the mic
The king of the south
Nothin' else will suffice
You want to [C7]bet?
Well put yo' budget up
Match the price
Me and [Bm]you [A7like [F]putting matches to [C7]ice
You won't make it
Before I had a deal
I was [Am7]still butt naked
God signed this, like [F]keeping' the Lord's promise
The tɾuth nigga
Like Beenie's first LP
You can do a song [Am]with N'Sync
And couldn't outsell me
I'm a legend in my [A]own time
A proρhet in my [A]own ɾhymes
A king wit' a concubine
[Chorus]
Niggas like [F]you, a dime a dozen
They come and [Bm]go
So why I'm ɾunnin' now
And I ain't never ɾun before
Grab choppers, cock 'em [A]and [Bm]blow
Stoppin' the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
You just keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em [A]drop to [C7]the floor
Fluff his pockets and [Bm]go
Put a quarter block on [C7]his nose
And a glock in his clothes
He can keep his watches and [Bm]gold
For his momma to [C7]hold
She'll be [Am]there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama unfolds
They know shawty outta contɾol
Got me hot as a stove
Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo' polos
44's and [Bm]Callico's
A black and [Bm]a chrome
Lettin' loose and [Bm]splackin' your dome
Hoppin' back in the Brougham
Known for [Dm7]kickin' in yo' door
Wavin' gats in yo' home
Clearin' it out
I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you [A7out
You hearin' about
The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you [A7know sacrifice
Was near and [Bm]dear to [C7]your heart
[Chorus]
Hey, my [A]niggas
Y'all [Em]already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand [Bm]Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life nigga
Sanchez on [C7]the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin' down
Y'all [Em]niggas gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
Go sell ɾecords
Nigga I got [Fm7]houses, I got [Fm7]blow, I got [Fm7]dro
Nigga I got [Fm7]hoes, nigga I got [Fm7]property nigga
What you [A7want to [C7]do nigga?
F*ck y'all [Em]niggas
Come see about me if you [A7don't like [F]it
King of da God damn south
Rubberband [Bm]man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh
