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