Intro

[Intro Dialogue: Lil' Duval] Good evening ladies and gentleman, this is Ryan Depressed Out here at the Grand Hustle, Grand Hustle album release party For some guy, I have no idea who the fuck this nigga is But it's gon get me closer to T.I., so I guess I gotta do it Matter fact, here he come right here Wassup man, what's ya name man Big Kuntry I ain't ask ya how big ya was I'm just sayin' who are you Oh that's ya name Oh okay cool, so um what's goin' on Wait, what's your name again, big, what I'll just call you T.I. friend Aye check this out T.I. friend T.I. friend, how can I get down wit T.I., Huh? This about you You don't realize no one gives a fuck, about you Man gon take yo ass in there, gon head wit ya little show ya finna do This bitch is packed though Goddamn you got a lot of people at this motherfucker You must have done told 'em you know T.I., You done put out a myspace flash, that say hey T.I. gon be here Where T.I. at? he ain't here, what? This all for you, I don't believe this shit I'ma have to go in here myself to see this shit You have to show me playa, make a believer out of me Show me it's your turn to eat [Verse 1: Big Kuntry King] Ain't no dick ridin' money makin' killers here I'm gon keep on killin' shit until a nigga get a mill Niggas talkin' down mayne, say that he ain't the south Come to the underground, you see them slaves walkin' out Bricks we supplyin' them, bird watchers eyein' em Haters what we iron em, snitches we retire them Ain't nobody fly as him, I'm picture perfect like HD film Big homie, yeah that be him, niggas try to copy, well that be them My swag rollin' off through they ears, I'm so real when it come this here My fans happy that a gangsta here, real life, trapper These niggas ain't gangsta, they wanna be best rapper They life ain't nothin' but microphone, when a real nigga tryna get the grind up Nigga talk shit gettin' clapped up, yeah the trap'll sound like a audience You already know you ain't hard to hit, show me you fake, you outta here When it come to the streets my heart is here, on the stage where they want me at Look at the arenas gettin' pack, security, they ain't movin' back Cause the cocaine I'm spittin' that [Outro: Lil' Duval] Damn dawg, that there was tight as shit mayne Nigga you is the next nigga to eat nigga I ain't tell you I rap did I?