P$C - I'm a King (featuring T.I. & Lil' Scrappy) Lyrics

(T.I.)

Big Country Cane, Big Homie What it is
I think I'm a rap straight up for these n***as
Now Everybody wanna be the king of the south
When they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth no doubt
It's all good ya'll just statin ya'll opinion
But in the south in any hood it's understood without saying it's a given

It ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin,
It's more because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin
I'm just hurtin' n***as feelings
And still chillin' on Simpson and Center Hill
Made provisions for the clique that continue keep it pimpin'
Whether crack was in the house or record sales went through the ceiling

So Say what you want and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22s from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of Gs
So, n***as 'll come and look for you if a sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way
Ya better do what the song say
And be easy or else it'll be a long day

Chorus

I'm a King -- Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a King -- ya twisted n**** couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a King -- Top topic of all of ya magazines
I'm a King -- head of the body leader of the team
I'm a King -- Remember I can get ya block knocked off
I'm a King -- a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a King -- I'm connected nationwide but in the South
I'm a King -- just respect it and keep my name out ya mouth
I'm a King

(PSC)

I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been calling shots simply from my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen

Ya might see me burning bert in a sub-division
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin what ya know about that I keep a bad grin with that bear top back
My jeans feel tight cause my pockets stay fat
Player better know that
My neck got so much shit dangling
Big dick, big chain it just keep on hanging
Got a Hollywood hoe and a broad that be sanging
They be hatin' cause I'm famous don't know what I was thinking

This for every young n**** thinking he passed me
I just think of you gone and that shit'll be nasty
I'm a stay ballin' off of my old school classics
The strength got big bank let's see if you can match it

Chorus

Shorty I'm down with the king so call me the greatest
The number 1 hustler I keep the street blazin'
If the grapes don't sell I dry em up and sell raisins
Why ya'll cherry picking hustlers out here slavin
Fat king shit n**** runs deep in my veins

Pumped through my heart live in my bone marrow man that's pimpin my game is premium like octane, can't tell me nothing about stacking these benjamins

(T.I.)

I'm a king of the dirty see me seated in the throne,
Over ruled of the dudes like Cesar did in Rome
Wore the prints so demanded that had an ora so strong
The south ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor ya best be glad I'm working on my temper
Otherwise I'll cock a pistol and send some missiles to your temple

Disrespect, I'm a blooka till it gets straight and simple
Brass knuckles to ya dentals blast suckers in they dimples

Chorus

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