2 Pac Last Mothafucka Breathin' Lyrics
            Breathin'
        
            Who be the last mother f___er breathin
            Tell me n____
            Tell Me
            Who be the last mother f___er breathin
        
            [Chorus] 2x
            Stressed
            I'm busta free
            Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother f___er breathin
            Bustin'
            My automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin
            Now I'm the last mother f___er breathin
        
            [Tupac]
            Woke up with 50 enemies plottin my death
            All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
            Couldn't rest na n____ I was stressed
            Had me creeping round corners
            Homies, sleeping in my vest
            s___, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
            Call the cops, a thug n____ screaming west side busting double glocks
            Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
            Liquor got my driving up on the curb
            Hand on the steering wheel swerving
            Bless me father I'm a sinner
            I'm living in hell, just let me live on these streets
            Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
            Getting world wide exposure
            With a bunch of n____z that don't give a f___, riding as my souljahs
            I just release them on a war path
            Not your average dealer
            West side, outlaw, bad boy killer
            Huh
            Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
            I murdered all them bustas
            Now I'm the last mother f___er breathin'
        
            [Chorus] 2x
        
            [Young Noble]
            Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
            For all my souljahs gone, we burnin' the earth
            Outlawz world-wide, we pack the block
            Shoot rocks at the kidups, bust back for Pac
            Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here, stale down here
            To many jails down here
            Why you act like you don't hear me
            Young Noble
            Outlaw till these mother f___ers kill me
            I'm still breathin'
        
            [Napoleon]
            Uh, we was raised, f___ this life
            I rose my right
            Holding on a tight grip with death in my sight
            And the dark is my light, I'm sinicle
            I'm sleep walking is it true?
            I'm walking round town with a ?
            Came a long way from a poor day
            Dead away, with this war play
            f___ friends, I'll say
            Rather die for my AK
            With these fake a__ n____s
            See through glass a__ n____s
            Only ride my d___ and scared of my mash a__ n____s
            Breathin'
        
            [Chorus] 2x
        
            [Kastro]
            I walk around, with a knife in my back
            Talk about a bad day I live a life like that
            It's unfair
            And I'm loosing my hair
            Bless a hooligan
            Catch me, I'm falling out flat
            Yo I'm ruining
            Breathin in sewer stink
            No one give a f___ about me
            I learned to like it like that
            When I was still in mommy
            Beside a seed that the Devil run from
            In the belly of the beast, that's where the f___ we come from
            And still we breathin'
        
            [EDI]
            Totally wasted, they want me to face this
            Just lost two of my closest, man if one of y'all can take this
            But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
            We number one mother f___er, bout to do it again
            s___, Pac still doin it
            You hoes can't ruin it
            Two million every time we drop
            I know you f___ers losing it
            We moving in, for the kill
            For a mil', holding steel
            Hold the wheel
            I'm bout to give these n____z something they can feel
            (Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck)
            Fakin' real
            But we the raw and uncut
            Style biting
            Thug Line n____z
            Give it Up
            We Hit Em Up
        
            And we still real
            And we still real
        
            [Chorus] 2x
        
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