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Lyrics: [2Pac] Who'll be the last motherf***er breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherf***er breathin? [Chorus] Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherf***er breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherf***er breathin [repeat Chorus] [2Pac] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest sh**, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a f***, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherf***er breathin [Chorus] [Young Noble] Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, too many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherf***ers kill me I'm still breathin [Napoleon] Now we was raised, 'f*** this life,' I rose my right Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play f*** friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these f**-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my d*** and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz Breathin! [Chorus] [Kastro] Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin in sewer stench, no one give a f*** about me I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy The side of seedy that the devil run from In the belly of the beast, that's where the f*** we come from And still I'm breathin! [E.D.I.] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain We number one motherf***er bout to do it again sh**, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you f***ers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up! We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..) [2Pac] Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em (and we still breathin..) Who'll be the last motherf***ers breathin? [Chorus - 2X] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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