10..9..8 Ignition sequence start, on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, launch
(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, clockin' Only fuck the work, just to make my pockets bigger my finger on the trigger, of a AK, One shot to yo dome, I'll your whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, Detroit in December Yo kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the 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 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 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 well deserving it Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' Esham possessed, by the sons of When I go to sleep, I about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you recognize, the boss of the mob Niggas all my game up, like Spongebob I don't dance, I boogie, it's I cut the head off the devil, and 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, gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the 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 some shit Flying through the air, with the of ease fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and the turbulence Floating on the benz, blowing the purple shit like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might you bitch!
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