10..9..8 Ignition start, engines on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, commence
(chorus)(2x) I'm up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent it
(Esham) Street to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures Only with the work, just to make my pockets bigger Keep my on the trigger, of a AK, One shot to yo dome, I'll make whole soul quiver Shiver like the winter, like Detroit in December Yo bitch beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the I hit it from the back, but she said I was it She told me not to cum, right I was squirtin it I get up, right after I do my dirt in it I the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little
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life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' Wit' nothing that I'm I was up in the ruins And I'm up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch Droppin' on mothafuckers well deserving it through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you recognize, the boss of the mob soaking all my game up, like Spongebob I don't dance, I boogie, it's I cut the head off the devil, and throw it at you
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May-day, May-Day, throw the out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black I was high up in the air, and the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some shit Flying through the air, the greatest of ease fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and feelin' the on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just like the hood, the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I might murk you bitch!
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