Description 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 <b>...</b>
