I sat in an airport thinking I'm gonna die I sat in an airport thinking I'm gonna die Die, die I saw him moving quickly, he caught my eye I put my head
king, innocence is dead [prevail] Over the course, something like life-endorsed I've entered the mother ship, terminated the denver airport Too many
ki's across seas, in San Domingo From a Cuban kid named Sallio, sell mad perrico Coppin' 'bout four bricks, then I called Nino Meet me at the airport
you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits, asked my click who we play fo' Penetrate the clouds, loud and obnoxious Surround the airport
'm spittin' this shit for the hood, glock clickin' Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper
Vegas Nigga lookin' like Times Square on New Years, when the ball drop My neck is like a light show on Fourth of July Both wrists like fireworks lightin' the sky Private airports
money Maybe he wants to kill for his country Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it! Tommy gun You better strip it down for a customs run Tommy gun Waiting in the airport
ain't Rudy" He ain't dead off, somebody blew his head off and skated out Commissioner, live on channel 5, when they announced his death Wifey was stressed
And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray 'Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay Shots go off, mother's cry, death since
cup All you number one contenders just got knocked to the runner's up What nigga what? I'm blowin up the spot with dynamite rhymes by the Ak Airports
got, frequent flyer when I retire to death Tell 'em that the big C sent me And a lot, of brothers man, I'm not the only brother At the airport, needin
Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas Don't you wish you had it as good as I do? Nothing new to report from the floor of the airport They took my baby, they
boros, everyday fly Thought he couldn't die. Bags of hydro in da 5, gettin high. He had a rep for hijackin, extortion, kidnappin. Shootin up clubs, airport
four hundred block P-Funk riders So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame When I caught you at the airport
Flight 45 was last seen alive on the runway Leaving for some fun in the hot tropic sun back next Monday And our friends are at the airport Cousin Bill
is a song called 'The circus of death' It tells the true story of a circus we met The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport
, Pusha I keep that ziploc bustin' at the stitches, culinary chemist I serve the malicious to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other leave you with the itches Transport, airport
