Tha King (Chopped & Screwed) T.I.

[Intro]
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, better keep my name out your mouth shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, P$C nigga, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
The King's been the one rеpresentin' all of Atlanta's zones
Back whеn niggas was representin' Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the 'hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
They express us from Texas to Alabama strong
From down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolina's, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind your manners, homes
Got a nickel-plated .38 but, hey, the hammer chrome
And it shine like you should set the Phantom on
In it, see me ridin', gettin' blown like a sax-saxophone
Hey, shawty spit the shit, it take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on your tube dude, you must channel, channel wrong