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Yeah I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now Where you at, David? Kick some shit for me, cuh It's in the air Yeah It's everywhere Haha Yeah Uncle Murda I know you with me, nigga It's in the air It's in the air It's everywhere I smell you, nigga Haha 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 that I control Got interrogated for homicides, I ain't never fold Sold drugs, sold pussy, ain't never sell my soul Got shot, shot niggas, I 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 SongtexteAcquired 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 (They was) 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 a gang, you'd be a fool to think everyone loyal My kids don't know nothing 'bout 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 It's in the air It's everywhere Said, it's in the air It's in the air It's everywhere Ooh Let me in this motherfucker, Murda When yo-yonder, we ponder, slip raindrops Shit don't stop, we be rocking 'til the pain stops Meditate, take a hit and levitate Sit your ass down, boy, let me get your head straight Look into my eyes 'til your pupils dilate And if you really want that smoke, then I must annihilate Fly away with no one 'Pon my return, I'm on one Which leads me to plead the fifth On the sixth and the seventh, I was blowing an eighth On the ninth and the tenth, I was back in LA On the eleventh and the twelfth, I was in the UK Ask anybody, regulate it Separate it A tall glass of orange juice, concentrate it Spraying niggas down with the sucker repellant So you can smell what I'm smoking and you can see what I'm selling, nigga It's in the air It's everywhere It's in the air It's everywhere Ooh Yeah, it's in the air And I'm talking 'bout love, love is in the air See, love is a deadly word though It'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 Aus Songtexte Mania