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Death Threat Last To Know

in lies... we're still holding on, now we're trying to dig ourselves out, we've only just begun... when something really happens we'll be the last to know

nigga Mase less And that's when I started havin faithless 'Cause Black Rob he on trial and I escaped death Still in your tape (yeah) still gettin hate threats

, pedigree's incredibly Movin' steadily, thoroughly Clippin' you somethin' terribly Keith Nut, one of the last to go One of the last to flow One of the last

blow And get them fo?sho, bitch can?t blow S.V. style, you know what I?m talking about Mo?fucking bank account, you say Os These hoes better stay on their toes The big play threat

UP!) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up y'all, yeah Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up (SHOOT 'EM UP!) [Sen Dog] Sen Dog, never again will I bend No letters of death, no threats

for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster I got a story for each little poor territory The ghetto glory in all categories The death threats I

Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint sets Black marketed fresh water canons, forget me not Epitaph, airbrush with death White T's, wife beaters, button

death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice, life or death What would you choose? If you

up Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back Y'all know my steelo