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Tha King
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Tha King was released on November 30, 2004 by Grand Hustle, LLC as a part of the album Urban Legend
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Release DateNovember 30, 2004
LabelGrand Hustle, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Run-DMC
Run-DMC
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Darryl McDaniels
Darryl McDaniels
Songwriter
Joseph Simmons
Joseph Simmons
Songwriter
Lawrence smith
Lawrence smith
Songwriter
Nichlaus Loftin
Nichlaus Loftin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.I.
T.I.
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Corey Williams
Corey Williams
Engineer, Recording Engineer
Jason Geter
Jason Geter
Executive Producer
John Pirretti
John Pirretti
Mixing Engineer, Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Crause
Kevin Crause
Mixing Engineer
Nick "Fury" Loftin
Nick "Fury" Loftin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
And in case you forgot, I'm tha king
[Verse 2]
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, who I'm is, ****?
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of tha South
Yeah, yeah, yeah, better keep my name out your mouth, shorty
Yeah, P$C, ****, aye, aye
[Verse 3]
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
This the seen, shown and evident, Atlanta's known
Tha King's been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when **** was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolinas, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind ya manners, homes
Got a nickel plated .38, but hey, the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya shoulda set the Phantom on
In it, see me riding, getting blown like a saxophone
Hey shawty, spit the shit it takes to cut a candle on
If I ain't on your tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong
[Verse 4]
I'm tha King of tha South, there is none flyer
Sucker emcees oughta call me, "Sire"
Your song's okay, but I'm on fire
Twenty-four inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of tha South, there is none flyer
Sucker emcees oughta call me, "Sire"
You was on top, but I pass right by ya
I will not stop, and I won't retire
[Verse 5]
I came, I saw, I conquered (Okay)
With no big names, no fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
****, front if ya want to
I dead **** like the bitches from "Monster"
Now you been told, so don't say I ain't warned ya
And don't let it alarm ya
When ya leaking, and the reaper's upon ya
See, dope man, I'm creepin' up on ya
Say that I ain't tha king
But you just sour, you ain't think of it, aren't ya?
All the hating, there's no time to respond
I'm busy tryna to conjure up a way to get this currency laundered
Ain't my fault your record company conned ya
Into signing a deal
Shy of a mill 'cause they really ain't want ya
Movin' yay, it's safe to say that they onto ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake sellin' bigger stakes
I'm King of tha South now, but there's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm twenty-four today, give it till I'm twenty-eight
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the states
T.I. bend just to win, but I ain't finna break
Most you **** fake and I'll say it in you ****'s face
[Verse 6]
I'm tha King of tha South, there is none flyer
Sucker emcees oughta call me, "Sire"
Your song's okay, but I'm on fire
Twenty-four inches on my rims and tires
I'm tha King of tha South, there is none flyer
Sucker emcees oughta call me, "Sire"
You was on top, but I pass right by ya
I will not stop, and I won't retire
Written by: C. Harris, D. McDaniels, J. Simmons, L. Smith, N. Loftin
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