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esham - turbulence lyrics

10..9..8
ignition sequence start, engines on
5..4..3..2..1
all engines running, launch commence

(chorus)(2x)
i’m high up in the air, i’m feeling the turbulence
but when it comes to work, i’m magnificent serving it

(esham)
street lords to my n-gg-s, cheddar boy, clockin’ figures
only f-ck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger
keep my finger on the trigger, of a ak,
deliver
one shot to yo dome, i’ll make your whole soul quiver
shiver like the cold winter, like detroit in december
yo b-tch kept beggin me, to put the d-ck up in her
she was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence
i hit it from the back, but she said i was hurtin it
she told me not to c-m, right before i was squirtin it
i f-ckin’ get up, right after i do my dirt in it
i make the bed rock, but my name a rita mosely
whole ki’, 36 oz.’s, a little whoadie

(chorus)(2x)

reel life’s my production, no you n-gg-s aint f-ckin’
wit’ nothing that i’m doin’
i was raised up in the ruins
and i’m high up in the air and i’m feeling the turbulence
flying on my magic carpet rockin’ a turban, b-tch
droppin’ bombs on mothaf-ckers well deserving it
comin through beatin’ down the block disturbin’ sh-t
esham possessed, by the sons of saddam
when i go to sleep, i dream about money, power, and bombs
b-tch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
n-gg-s soaking all my game up, like spongebob
squarepants
i don’t dance, i boogie, it’s true
i cut the head off the devil, and i’ll throw it at you

(chorus 2x)

may-day, may-day, throw the c-ke out on the runway
if the d.e.a. come my way, they gettin’ gunplay
i’m doin’ about 100, the wrong way up the runway
i wish it was a monday, but it was a black sunday
i was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence
jumpin’ out of planes, wit’ no parachute, on some bird sh-t
flying through the air, with the greatest of ease
things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police
we be high up in the air, and feelin’ the turbulence
floating on the black benz, blowing the purple sh-t
just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it
infrared search light, i just might murk you b-tch!

(chorus 2x)

- esham lyrics

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