Intro (Volume 10)

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This for everybody out there, if you ain't in your living room, you know, I'm just saying, um, order a pizza or just eating some, you know, uh, Yasin's fish nuggets or something This for all y'all in the cars riding out there, we know y'all got hundred spoke Daytons out there, we know y'all got- some n*ggas- i seen one n*gga with some goddamn 20-inch Daytons spinning on the bridge on Old National, stupid That was nice, he had a little, uh, uh, Caprice out there Also, you know, everybody out there that- who ain't riding nothing but a bike If you got a goddamn bike, and some headphones, you still riding, you getting there faster than a n*gga walking, you undеrstand what I'm saying? To everybody out therе that's, you know, uh, flying on Delta or flying on American Airlines, whoever, you're flying, you're riding, you're listening to this on the plane, you know what I'm talking about? Anybody jump up, talking about they want to "hijack some shit", you slap the fuck out of 'em, you know what I'm talking about? 'Cause we ain't playing that shit no more September 11th was the real shit, and we ain't having it no more, you know what I'm saying? It's just real, man, fire marshals or the goddamn air marshal with a gun, it don't matter Unless somebody jump up with a knife or anything shorter than a goddamn .44 and watch they get they ass stomped out, by any n*ggas on any flights So, aye, white people, y'all safe We gon' do it like this right here, man Everybody out there, representing, riding, flying, gliding, whatever y'all doing, man Y'all listen to the Gangsta Grillz, we in here choppin' it up, mixing it, Do or Die Studios, DJ Drama, Big Boi, Outkast, y'all get a motherfucking grip before you fall off, yeah!
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- Big Boi