Letras:
Heaven 17 Let S All Make A Bomb

wait There's nothing left for me to say Hey! There's no need to debate It's time to designate your fate Take the M out of M.A.D. Let's all make a bomb

loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-

Vietnam." - PRESIDENT RICHARD NIXON "There s a drive into left center field. That ball is gonna be, out of here. It s gone. It s 715. There s a new home

Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga

loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-

loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B

Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga

chasing mail all day, raisin hell all day Everyday and Every night, I find another way to make it right I blaze the weed to the hell go away, Chasing heaven