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