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    Breathin

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    Добавлена 16 декабря 2012 пользователем diller228

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    [2pac]
    I'll be tha last muthafucka breathin'
    Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin?
    Chorus [2pac]
    Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
    To be the last muthafucka breathin'
    Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
    Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'
    Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
    To be the last muthafucka breathin'
    Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
    Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'
    Verse 1 [2pac]
    Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
    All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
    Couldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
    Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
    Shit, i'm like a hostage in this troubled block
    Call the cops, a thug nigga screamin westside bustin' double glocks
    Hittin corners in my chevy surburban
    Liquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin'
    Bless me father i'ma sinner, i'm living in hell
    Let me live on the streetz cause ain't no peace for me in jail
    Getten world-wide exposure
    With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin as my souljaz
    I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer
    Westside, outlaw, bad boy killa
    Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'
    I murdered all them bustaz now i'm the last muthafucka breathin'
    Chorus [2pac]
    Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
    To be the last muthafucka breathin'
    Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin'
    Now i'm the last muthafucka breathin
    Verse 2 [young noble]
    Make sure i hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
    For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth
    Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
    Shootin' rocks at the kid, i'll 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 muthafuckas kill me
    I'm still breathin'
    [napoleon]
    Now we was raised "fuck this life", i rose my right
    Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight
    And the dark is my light, i'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?
    Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food
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