T.I. - T.I. - Grand Royal

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T.I. - T.I. - Grand Royal

[T.I.: talking]
What? (Nigga, what.)
Im the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? Im T.I.P nigga.)
Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
I aint got no hits.
Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Nigga, I been bustin. You dont like it. Outbust me then, nigga.
Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.

[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
Im tellin ya, Im hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, Im not playin
Now hold up, st-stop dammit
Shawty, youre not jammin
If you hear one more, got dammit
I-I-I cant stand it
Im taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got
Stop dick ridin, your shits tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six ollars
I cant see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know youre not out killin shit

[Chorus: x2]
Crown grand royalty
Shawty, I must be
Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up
Just outbust me
Until then Im king hood, dont act like you aint 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, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I aint a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I aint gotta act and still im hotta than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas 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 thats 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 aint complainin
like Outkast and Goodie Mob
what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin
Im T.I.P.

[Chorus x2]

What, what, what
Yal still aint heard
Pussy nigga, yal still aint heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie

[Verse 3:]
Well, whether you cant live with it
Or you just cant love it
One thing that you cant say
is shawty we aint 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, dont play no games with me
I aint no lame sissy
All Ima bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me
They smoke and drank and slang with me
So theyll 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 dont be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down
You aint goin hear that bustin sound
Til right fore you touch the ground
Now know that AKll turn you browner than Bobby
and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby
Im king hood

[Chorus x3]

[T.I.: talking]
King of the South
Motherfuck yal niggas
Nigga, yal dont know
This my city, nigga
ATL, nigga
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You dont like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfuckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I dont give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, nigga
You dont like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass nigga
PSC in this muthafucka


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