Songtexte:
Left For Dead Pulling Teeth

three blazed all in yo chest Brain waves you dazed up You see death stare you straight in your face Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse I take no chance for

a single word left that you can say. Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face. Your king is dead. (Thanks to Zakk for these

things change I bless heads, push past the full macs Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even pull

nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass up from the

one of those days" My day started off kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair And I got dressed and went to school I stopped at the store for

gold teeth, so everywhere I go bitches strike up conversations with me. About the way I talk, about the way I dress, About how my gold teeth look so fresh

Brownsville curls Teeth like pearls, shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world Brownsville girl, you're my honey love Well, they were looking for

money makin' things change I bless heads, push past the full macs Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even pull

) Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass I pack a .380 in my stash for