[Verse One]
   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' C-Rod and the squad
   This whole industry's a façade
   Man this ain't real life
   Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
   Man these niggaz is all hype
   Not even rappin' on real mics
   They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
   They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time
   And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz
   Hoe pick a rhyme
  
   [Chorus]
   Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
   I don't believe that shit
   I'm the king 'cause I said it
   And I mean that shit
   Ay, what's so special 'bout him
   Ay, he ain't all that shit
   I set the city in fire
   Have you seen that shit?
   Ay, what these other niggaz talkin'
   I don't believe that shit
   I'm the king 'cause I said it
   And I mean that shit
   Ay, what's the big deal about him?
   He ain't even that shit
   I set the city on fire
   Have you seen that shit?
  
  
   [Verse Two]
   It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
   And I'm one of 'em
   The other four, you know who you are
   But if you gotta think twice
   Well shawty you ain't nice
   Regardless of your publishing deal
   You can't write
   I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic
   The king of the south
   Nothin' else will suffice
   You wanna bet?
   Well put yo' budget up
   Match the price
   Me and you like putting matches to ice
   You won't make it
   Before I had a deal
   I was still butt naked
   God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
   The truth nigga
   Like Beenie's first LP
   You can do a song with N'Sync
   And couldn't outsell me
   I'm a legend in my own time
   A prophet in my own rhymes
   A king wit' a concubine
  
   [Chorus]
  
   Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen
   They come and go
   So why I'm runnin' now
   And I ain't never run before
   Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow
   Stoppin' the show
   Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes
   You just keep watchin' the door
   Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor
   Fluff his pockets and go
   Put a quarter block on his nose
   And a glock in his clothes
   He can keep his watches and gold
   For his momma to hold
   She'll be there buyin' the hoes
   Before the drama unfolds
   They know shawty outta control
   Got me hot as a stove
   Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud
   Wettin' up yo' polos
   44's and Callico's
   a black and a chrome
   lettin' loose and splackin' your dome
   hoppin' back in the Brougham
   known for kickin' in yo' door
   wavin' gats in yo' home
   clearin' it out
   I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out
   You hearin' about
   The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart
   Because you know sacrifice
   Was near and dear to your heart
  
   [Chorus]
  
   (talking)
   Ay, my niggaz
   Y'all already know what it is
   T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad
   For life nigga
   Sanchez on the beat, dig this man
   I'ma keep it always pimpin'
   I'm stayin' down
   Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in
   Get cha little motherfuckin' deal
   Go sell records
   Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
   Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga
   What you wanna do nigga?
   Fuck y'all niggaz
   Come see about me if you don't like it
   King of da God damn south
   Rubberband man in this bitch
   Uh, oh, oh