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(chorus)(2x) I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the But when it to work, I'm magnificent serving it
(Esham) Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' Only fuck with the work, just to my pockets bigger Keep my on the trigger, of a AK, One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like in December Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the I hit it the back, but she said I was hurtin it She me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it I get up, right after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my name a Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a whoadie
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Reel life's my production, no you aint fuckin' nothing that I'm doin' I was up in the ruins And I'm high up in the air and I'm the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well it Comin beatin' down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of When I go to sleep, I dream 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, true 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, they gettin' I'm doin' 100, the wrong way up the runway I it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was up in the air, and feeling the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on bird shit Flying the air, with the greatest of ease Things fall to 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 ghetto circle it search light, I just might murk you bitch!
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