2 Pac Lyrics

Who be the last mother f**ker breathin
Tell me nigga
Tell Me
Who be the last mother f**ker breathin

[Chorus] 2x
Stressed
I'm busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother f**ker breathin
Bustin'
My automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin
Now I'm the last mother f**ker breathin

[Tupac]
Woke up with 50 enemies plottin my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest na nigga I was stressed
Had me creeping round corners
Homies, sleeping in my vest
s**t, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga 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 niggaz that don't give a f**k, 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**ker 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**kers kill me
I'm still breathin'

[Napoleon]
Uh, we was raised, f**k 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**k friends, I'll say
Rather die for my AK
With these fake ass niggas
See through glass ass niggas
Only ride my dick and scared of my mash ass niggas
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**k 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**k 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**ker, bout to do it again
s**t, Pac still doin it
You hoes can't ruin it
Two million every time we drop
I know you f**kers losing it
We moving in, for the kill
For a mil', holding steel
Hold the wheel
I'm bout to give these niggaz something they can feel
(Buck, Buck, Buck, Buck)
Fakin' real
But we the raw and uncut
Style biting
Thug Line niggaz
Give it Up
We Hit Em Up

And we still real
And we still real

[Chorus] 2x



 
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