It’s In The Air (feat. Uncle Murda, Jane Handcock) E

Yeah. I need something David Ruffin right now. Where you at, David? Kick some shit for me, Cuz. Listen. It's in the air. Yeah. It's everywhere. Yeah. Air. Uncle Murda. Air. Ooh. I know you in here, It's in the air. It's in the air. It's everywhere. I smell you, nigga. Snoop, I feel it in the air. West Coast, East Coast, you know the vibes. I used to be a soldier, nigga. I did what I was told. Bossed up, got niggas under me, now they're not Controlled. Got interrogated for homicides, I ain't never fold. Sold drugs, sold pussy, Ain't never sell my soul. Got shot, shot niggas, I've been through all that Shit. Wanted Jordans back when my mama couldn't Afford them shits. Watching her struggle made me not Wanna be a civilian. Acquired the finer things in life by being a Villain. If you ain't played the field, you wouldn't Understand my story. All them robberies we committed Back then was mandatory. All your niggas might not be there for you When you need them. You gon' find out who Is who when you fighting for your freedom. You in the game, you'd be a fool to Think everyone loyal. My kids don't know nothing about struggling, all of Them spoiled. That's why I do this shit, thought Y'all niggas knew this shit. If I can't put food on they table, I'ma Start shooting shit. Listen. Facts. It's in the air. It's everywhere. Ooh. Air, air. I said it's in the air. It's in the air. It's everywhere. Ooh. Let me in this motherfucker, Murda. Way up yonder, we ponder, slip, rain drop. Shit don't stop when we rocking to the pain Stops. Meditate, take a hit and levitate. Sit your ass down, boy, let me get your Head straight. Look into my eyes till your pupils Dilate. And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate. Fly away with no one. Upon my return, I'm on one. Which leads me to plead the Fifth. On the 6th and the 7th, I was born On the 8th. On the 9th and the 10th, I was back in LA. On the 11th and The 12th, I was in the UK. Ask anybody, regulated, separated. A tall glass of orange juice, concentrated. Spraying niggas down with the sucker repellent, So you can smell what I'm smoking and you Can see what I'm feeling, nigga. Listen. It's in the air. It's everywhere. Air, Ooh, it's in the air. It's everywhere. Ooh. Yeah, it's in the air. I'm talking about love, love is in the air. See, love is a deadly word, though. There's a thin line between love and hate, my Nigga. See, 'cause a nigga could hate you so much, Right? But he really love you