Letras:
Nuclear Jet

against my back You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet I've been machine-gunned handgunned hijacked left for dead Dive-bombed napalmed nuclear warheaded Dropped from a jet

run we life, we wreck The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt And my friend, Killah Priest, don't own a private jet Because of friend

wall against my back You better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet I've been machine-gunned, handgunned, hijacked, left for dead Dive-bombed, napalmed, nuclear warheaded Dropped from a jet

mic..." On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet Some punks, ain't paid all of their debts yet Tryin to be fly, ridin high on the jet-

it's bay in the back of the car and blew it up to hell As arranged Dr. No was waiting for me in the terminal, we got in his private jet plane and took

later, she's sad but content Seems he had an unexpected accident The girl said he would be hard to forget As the papers interviewed her while she flew his jet

wall against my back You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet I've been machine-gunned handgunned hijacked left for dead Dive-bombed napalmed nuclear warheaded Dropped from a jet

tablets Juggle your bones and poems, about to see foes Who couldn't bounce from spot to spot like wheat toast (?) (so?) Allow me to surf on your brain waves with jet

months later, she's sad but content Seems he had an unexpected accident The girl said he would be hard to forget As the papers interviewed her while she flew his jet