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(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, clockin' fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger Keep my on the trigger, of a AK, One shot to yo dome, I'll your whole soul quiver Shiver the cold winter, like 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 I was hurtin it She told me not to cum, right I was squirtin it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my in it I the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
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Reel my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' nothing that I'm doin' I was raised up in the And I'm high up in the air and I'm the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers deserving it Comin through beatin' down the disturbin' shit possessed, by the sons of Saddam When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and Bitch, you better recognize, the of the mob soaking all my game up, like Spongebob I don't dance, I boogie, true I cut the off the devil, and I'll throw 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 gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the way up the runway I it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was high up in the air, and the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some shit Flying through the air, with the greatest of Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the We be high up in the air, and the turbulence on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might you bitch!
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