| All engines running, launch commence
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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 ain’t Rita Mosely
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| Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
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| Reel Life’s my production, no you niggas ain’t fuckin'
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| Wit' nothing that I’m doin'
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| I was raised 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 of 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 no, 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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| Mayday, mayday, 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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| Mens 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! |