I'm A King Lyrics - Singles - Pcs

[Verse One: T.I.] 

Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South 

When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth 

No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion 

But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin 

It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin 

It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin 

Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings 

(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing 

Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin 

Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling 

So say what you want, and do what you please 

But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees 

I run a record label and a crew of G's 

So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze 

or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say 

And be easy, or else it'll be a long day 

[Chorus: T.I.] 

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans 

I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams 

I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines 

I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team 

I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off 

I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off 

I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South 

I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth 

[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy] 

I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted 

Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed 

And still find birds in my momma kitchen 

You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision 

I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin 

Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda 

with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight 

cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that 

My neck got so much shit, danglin 

Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin 

Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin 

They be hatin cause I'm famous {?} what I was thankin 

And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me 

Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty 

I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic 

Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three: P$C] 

Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest 

Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin 

If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins 

While y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavin 

That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins 

Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne 

That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane 

Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes 

I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne 

Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome 

With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong 

The South ain't been represented like this in so long 

I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper 

Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple 

Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple 

Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples 

[Chorus] 

[T.I.] I'm a king