[Intro: T.I.]
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So you mean you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
The King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Haha.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)]
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Man we been tongue wrasslin too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggas move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggas, bring that New New out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wake
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
Aye, aye Bun who did this man?
So you mean you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon and Bun B
So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King..
The King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song
Haha.. aye Jon, they ain't ready
We taking it on back to the trap my nigga!
[Chorus: Bone Crusher & (Killer Mike)]
I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggas!
I got the ho up in the back - bumpin niggas figgaz!
I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa!
In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggas!
I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..)
NEW NEW... (Niggas don't wanna touch the Killa..)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Man we been tongue wrasslin too long
Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born
T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be
We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy
Leaders of the new south, fake niggas move out
He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out
I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout?
Mike told me "fuck them niggas, bring that New New out"
Paint the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out
Put the city back on top, just separate the fools now
We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now
Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now
The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake
If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face
When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wake
And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A
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