Young Jeezy I'm A King (Remix) Lyrics

[Verse One: T.I.]Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the
SouthWhen, they ain't runnin a d___ thing but they
mouthNo doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin
y'all opinionBut in the South and in the hood
it's understood without sayinIt's a given, and
ain't because of what I'm doin for a
livinIt's, mo' because of what I do and how
I'm livinNot to mention when I'm rappin I'm
just hurtin n____z feelings(n____z feelings) And still
chillin on simpson and center hillinMade provisions for the
clique to continue keepin it pimpinWhether crack was in the
house or record sales was through the ceilingSo say what
you want, and do what you pleaseBut for fun, I shoot
22's from your shoes to your kneesI run a record label
and a crew of G'sSo, n____z'll come and look for
you if ya sneezeor even breathe the wrong way, you better
do what the song sayAnd be easy, or else it'll be a
long day[Chorus: T.I.]I'm a king - bank
rolls in the pockets of my jeansI'm a king - you p____
n____z couldn't see me in your dreamsI'm a king -
top topic of all of your magazinesI'm a king - head of
the body, leader of the teamI'm a king - remember I
can get your block knocked offI'm a king - a Bentley
coupe with the top chopped offI'm a king - I'm
connectin nationwide but in the SouthI'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 twistedBeen callin shots simpin 'fore my flows
existedAnd still find birds in my momma kitchenYou
might see me burnin purple in the subdivisionI got soldiers
on deck, babyface pimpinWhatchu' know 'bout dat,
I get a bad Brendawith that vert' top back, my jeans
feelin tightcause my pockets stay fat, playa better know
thatMy neck got so much s___, danglinBig d___, big
chain, we just keep on hanginGot a Hollywood ho, and a
broad that be stankinThey be hatin cause I'm famous
shawty what I was thankinAnd this for every don n____
thankin he passed meY'all just thank that you gone and
the s___'ll be nastyI'ma stay ballin, ballin off
my old school classicLil Scrap got big bank, now see if you
can match it[Chorus][Verse Three:
P]Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the
greatestNumba one hustla, I keep the streets blazinIf
the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell
raisinsWhile y'all cherry pickin hustlas out here
slavinThat king s___ n____ runs deep in my veinsPump
through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayneThat's
pimpin! My gas is premium like octaneCain't tell me
nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes[Verse
Four: T.I.]I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in
the throneOverruled other dudes like Caesar did in
RomeWith a prince that's so demandin and an aura so
strongThe South ain't been represented like this in so
longI'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin
on my temperOtherwise I'd c___ a pistol, send some
missiles to your templeDisrespect us I'ma blick
'em 'til I get you plain and simpleBrass knuckles
to your dentals blast suckas in they
dimples[Chorus][T.I.] I'm a king