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Im Da King - текст песни



I'm Da King


(Woman: "Mixtape Messiah".......Da King is here nigga!)



(T.I. Insert)

Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit

I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit

Ay I'm the king cuz I said it, I'm the king cuz I said it

I'm the king cuz I said it and I mean that shit

Ay what these other niggaz talkin', I don't believe that shit

I'm the King cuz I said it and I mean that shit

Ay what's so special bout him, he ain't all that, shit

I set the city on fire and you seen that shit



[Chamillionaire]

Stupid you runnin' around like the Messiah isn't a force

Then tell me how did my first album even get on The Source

I was sittin' next to Pimpin' Ken, (was he pimpin'?), of course

But I was thinkin' bout gettin' with Trina and tryna pimp me a Porsche

I can't hand a nigga the rap game now cuz I'm usin' it

Ain't a underground rapper gon' have it til' I through with it

I don't burn bridges (nah), other rappers 'll ruin it

I just jump over the bridge and pimp-slap em' for doin' it

I'ma embarass ya so bad, that ya label won't say they know ya

You's a good ass promoter, but the fat lady say it's over

Mixtape Messiah 2 is the bullet I'm savin' for ya

And I can pop trunk pumps on ya coffin' and raise it for ya (Weww!)

And I ain't the only person who sick of ya voice

I kill a rapper with one verse and the real niggaz rejoice

But I was forced (do you feel any remorse?) of course

That's why I'ma show up at his funeral and pop trunk on his corpse



(T.I. Insert)



[Chamillionaire]

Yeah, you'll never get on my level, no need to go get a ladder

You better run when I come like a pitcher that hit the batter

(You Paid In Full?), nah, but I got alot of respect for Hatter

Even though niggaz be ignorin' my questions bout business matters

Cat tell me to call Hatter, Madd Hatter said call Cat

I call niggaz about some business, and I never get a call back

I just wanted my songs back, but they act like I'm on crack

To drop another Cham' & Paul, we ain't even on contract

Parta' the game is that, I keep gettin' reminded daily

Labels ahead 'll screw you, that's the business out of it baby

Nigga was grindin' daily, but suspicions was kinda crazy

I had to pretend like I was broke, just to get Paid In Full to pay me

It's crazy, for the label with the reputation for actin' a ass

Like Rap-A-Lot, what's the label that was always on time with cash

Gave em' my price, they didn't try to make me go down a tag

So for J.P., Tom, Rad, and Chief, it's done they ain't gotta ask

Ain't a nigga who can persuay me to go back to House

So I can hear Dike Jones tell me he got platinum in his mouth

That nigga soft, he ain't never move no crack in the South

Was in packagin' soft, and he said he stack more stacks then the Boss

Sure you do, I hope that's not a story they told to you

You need to pimp-slap that sick pup and maker who controllin' you

You ain't runnin' NOTHIN'!, only you would go vote for you

Cuz my pockets got more G's, then a G-Unit quotable

G-G-G-G-G-G-Geez, you's a pee-on please

Why is he here somebody please, tell this pee-on leave

Air-condition on my wrist, I stay with free-on sleeves

Ya stay on D, like defenders durin' three-on-three's

My momma moved out the hood to a 5 bedroom home

Rasaq moved off to solo and got a lil' crib of his own

Then I bought a Ninja bike and another whip on chrome

My money long, I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones

Your album, so what we heard you was comin' soon

Yeah the song (Texts of songs ) with Alicia Keys, or maybe you said it was Loon

I can fit your crib inside my truck, and I'd still have leg-room

Then I can park that whole truck inside my Master Bedroom

Saw ya DVD you talkin' that ridiculous noise

Sister got kids with baby cribs bigger then yours

Danny DeVito duckin' down couldn't even fit through your doors

You gotta be Kiddin' me BOY!, is you Kiddin' you SURE! (SURE!)



(T.I. Insert)



(Voice Mails left on Chamillionaire's Hotline)



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