Turbulence Esham
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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 niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
Only fuck 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 bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick 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 cum, right before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name ain't Rita Mosely
Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
(chorus)(2x)
Reel Life's my production, no you niggas ain't fuckin'
Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
I was raised 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, bitch
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it
Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit
Esham possessed by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sleep, I dream of money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob
Squarepants no, I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
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 niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
Only fuck 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 bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick 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 cum, right before I was squirtin it
I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it
I make the bed rock, but my name ain't Rita Mosely
Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
(chorus)(2x)
Reel Life's my production, no you niggas ain't fuckin'
Wit' nothing that I'm doin'
I was raised 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, bitch
Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it
Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit
Esham possessed by the sons of Saddam
When I go to sleep, I dream of money, power, and bombs
Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob
Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob
Squarepants no, I don't dance, I boogie, it's true
I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
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