It's August 27, 2025, 10:46:31 AM
I run that old gangsterism on the normalThe name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formalWith the utmost respect I be chillinKnockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this buildingI be the G-R-E-A-T, plus majesticMagical, radical, the technique is hecticI, floss upon the scene in the front and back CaddyYeah, here goes Big Daddy, hehIn my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnacin there with some extra hollow points for my strapCause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that frontThe last of the few with the funkKing Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazyYou know these artificial gangsters can't fade TeeThe original G, from the C-P-TI'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me