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(chorus)(2x) I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent it
(Esham) Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, figures Only with the work, just to make my pockets bigger my finger on the trigger, of a AK, One to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December Yo kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she I was hurtin it She me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it I fuckin' get up, after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my a Rita Mosely 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 up in the ruins And I'm up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers deserving it Comin through beatin' the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you better recognize, the of the mob Niggas soaking all my up, like Spongebob I dance, I boogie, it's true I cut the head off the devil, and I'll it at you
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May-day, May-Day, throw the out on the runway If the D.E.A. my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' 100, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a Sunday I was up in the air, and feeling the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on bird shit through the air, with the greatest of ease Things fall to they knees, tell the police We be up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence Floating on the black benz, the purple shit Just like the hood, when the birds circle it Infrared light, I just might murk you bitch!
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