T.I. - Welcome back

welcome back, welcome back, welcome baaack....
ya, wat it is, T.I.P., king of the south, rubbaband man, booinnng..
ay man its good to be back, i miss yall too shawty.
long time no see, now im back on my feet,
contemplatin in back of a V, right back in da streets,
within a matter of weeks, thought they had to for 3.
you proposed to the game, but she married to me,
miss me while i was gone, but now im back in the zone.
got a message for the nigga who attackin the throne,
you gon make me put this heater to the back of ya dome,
flippin the last, from the front to the back of ya home,
any idiot could see ya shoulda left me alone,
cuz they know the game over when i catch ya alone.
Flip, imma show about addressin me wrong,
im afta ya lucky charms nigga let it be known,
anyway see me shinin wit a mac n a stone,
in the summer ridin through the city, rims have to be chrome.
21, 22, not factory holmes, stop, drop the top, hit the gas n im gone.
from the box to the top spot, where i belong, i coulda swore,
that was my flow i heard in your song, but you should know,
your release of mini-me's aint offendin me,
cuz rappers always had a tendency to mimic G's,
i guess its just they way to tell me that they missin me,
a million sold, still aint a nigga real as me,
besides imagery, the finest form of flattery,
but now its time to welcome back the nigga niggas rathered see...