Hyperventilation

Lyrics

[Intro: Big T] Spot, woke up in the spot Woke up in the spot, woke up in the spot All the hoes lucky, all the hoes lucky Look, they say ain't no risk, ain't no reward, right? So all these risks I took, it gotta be somethin' waitin' for a nigga (Yeah, yeah) I bled twice for this shit It's Quiet Money, right? Quiet! [Verse 1: Big T] Hyperventilation Boy, laughing gas got you niggas hatin' Boy, I went through Hell, I went to visit Satan I went through Heaven's gates and got some ventilation Any indication, boy, they in the business like instigation They on thin ice like figure skatin' And I'm givin' them crowd participation That mean we clappin' at you We ain't laughin' wit' you, we laughin' at you On a Holy Bible, nigga, tabernacle We spent the ticket like we at a raffle Well, we got 'em baffled I'm prepared for 'em like I'm at a battle Boy, you wit' the choir, then we gotta clap you Boy, you go ahead and do what you have to I was up all night lampin' on a nigga But the feds in all dark tint campin' on a nigga Ba-back on woods wit' the killas Chillakaboo went back wood for the killa If I say it's a go, light, camera, action on a nigga Then it's a package full of zippers like Michael Jackson up on Thriller USPS ship us 'cause they be taxin' on a nigga Need it, I got it for you niggas Need it, I got it for you, boy [Hook: X Dot + M-O] I be runnin' to that check, shawty, look at me Every day, we shinin', look at me They know we came from nothin', shawty, look at me Now that bitch goin' crazy, look at me I survived them shots, shawty, look at me Now I'm runnin' to that money now, look at me All my jewelry shinin', shawty, look at me (M-O!) Solitaire, real diamonds, look at me [Verse 2: M-O] Aye, look Cheah, cheah, cheah! Opps wanna spray us (uh) Cops wanna cage us (yeah-yeah) Hoes wanna lay up (uh) Man, ain't no time to lay up (yeah-yeah) Let a nigga play us (uh) I'mma call gang up (yeah-yeah) I'mma hit bro line (yeah-yeah) Let a nigga play tough (aah!) I don't do dry threats I don't do high-tech (yeah-yeah) I don't do no flex (no flex) Blue face Rolex (yeah-yeah) Flow gettin' crazier than a bitch Like a baby mama still sparrin' (yeah-yeah) Let him get crazy in this bitch (aye, look) He gon' get acquainted wit' this gun Hate to put niggas in they place (uh) Poppin' bottles-bottles by the case (yeah-yeah) Pussy niggas-niggas can't relate Well-connected, talkin' state-to-state (yeah) Back talkin' that talk to niggas I don't even wanna talk to niggas Don't even bother tryna hit my line Really, slime, it's just a waste of time (aah!) You the type of nigga wait in line You the type of nigga pay to fuck (yeah-yeah) You the type of nigga eat the twat, and she don't even let the nigga fuck Trust will get you killed (aye, look) Love will get you murdered (real shit) I never been a worker (I never) But I always had the workers Amen [Hook: X Dot] I be runnin' to that check, shawty, look at me Every day, we shinin', look at me They know we came from nothin', shawty, look at me Now that bitch goin' crazy, look at me I survived them shots, shawty, look at me Now I'm runnin' to that money now, look at me All my jewelry shinin', shawty, look at me Solitaire, real diamonds, look at me