[Verse One: T.I.]nNow, e'rybody wanna be the king of the SouthnWhen, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouthnNo doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinionnBut in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayinnIt's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livinnIt's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livinnNot to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelingsn(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healingnMade provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpinnWhether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceilingnSo say what you want, and do what you pleasenBut for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your kneesnI run a record label and a crew of G'snSo, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneezenor even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song saynAnd be easy, or else it'll be a long daynn[Chorus: T.I.]nI'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeansnI'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreamsnI'm a king - top topic of all of your magazinesnI'm a king - head of the body, leader of the teamnI'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked offnI'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped offnI'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the SouthnI'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouthnn[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]nI'm the prince shorty don't get it twistednBeen callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existednAnd still find birds in my momma kitchennYou might see me burnin purple in the subdivisionnI got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpinnWhatchu' know 'bout dat, I keep a bad Brendanwith that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tightncause my pockets stay fat, playa better know thatnMy neck got so much shit, danglinnBig dick, big chain, we just keep on hanginnGot a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sanginnThey be hatin cause I'm famous not what I was thankinnAnd this for every don nigga thankin he passed menY'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nastynI'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classicnLil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match itnn[Chorus]nn[Verse Three: P$C]nShorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatestnNumber one hustler, I keep the street blazinnIf the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisinsnWhile y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavinnThat king shit nigga runs deep in my veinsnPump through my heart, live in my bone marrow maynenThat's pimpin! My gas is premium like octanenCain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynesnI'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the thronenOverruled other dudes like Caesar did in RomenWith a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strongnThe South ain't been represented like this in so longnI'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my tempernOtherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your templenDisrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simplenBrass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimplesnn[Chorus]nn[T.I.] I'm a king