[2Pac] Who´ll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who´ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
[Chorus] Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch ´em while they sleepin, now I´m the last motherfucker breathin
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[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
Shit, 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 FUCK, 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 motherfucker 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 motherfuckers kill me I´m still breathin
[Napoleon] Now we was raised, "Fuck 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 Fuck friends I´ll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my dick 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 fuck about me I learned 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 fuck 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 motherfucker bout to do it again Shit, ´Pac still doin it, you hoes can´t ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers 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 motherfuckers breathin?