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Tupac Last Mother Fucker Breathin (lyrics)

Tupac last mother fucka breathin Who be the last mother fucker breathin Tell me nigga Tell Me Who be the last mother fucker breathin [Chorus] 2x Stressed I'm busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother fucker breathin Bustin' My automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin Now I'm the last mother fucker 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 Shit, 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 fuck, 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 fucker 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 fuckers kill me I'm still breathin' [Napoleon] Uh, we was raised, fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fucker, bout to do it again Shit, Pac still doin it You hoes can't ruin it Two million every time we drop I know you fuckers 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