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