Date : 1996
Recorded : Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, Califonia
Producer : Johnny “J” Jackson
Lyric :
[Intro: 2pac]
Yeah
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga…tell me
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
[Chorus: 2pac]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathing
Busting, my automatic rounds
Catch ’em while they sleeping, now I’m the last motherfucker breathing
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathing
Busting, my automatic rounds
Catch ’em while they sleeping, now I’m the last motherfucker breathing
[2pac]
Woke up with fifty enemies plotting my death
All fifty 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 on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, busting double glocks
Hitting corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me driving up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swerving
Bless me Father I’m a sinner, I’m living in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain’t no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don’t give a FUCK, riding as my soldiers
I just release ’em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killa, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I’m the last motherfucker breathing
[Chorus: 2pac]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathing
Busting, my automatic rounds
Catch ’em while they sleeping, now I’m the last motherfucker breathing
Uh, Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathing
Busting, my automatic rounds
Catch ’em while they sleeping, now I’m the last motherfucker breathing
[2pac]
Hoppin out my four door Chevy
In this game, I’m still heavy
Rather be your N.I.G.G.A. if you still let me
Promise not to cum quick
You fuckin around with the Don bitch
I run shit
With one clip
Mr. Makaveli quick to mack
Go back to the telli
I fuck a bitch like I’m psychotic
I think that’s what they tell me
Fuck around I don’t fight fair
A world wide mob figga, local nightmare
Just caught them right there
Open fire
Cause my desire is to ride
Got every nigga signed to Bad Boy
Praying that I die
Some have prophesized, homicide
Some have tried
They couldn’t see the coward in they eyes
Till they died
They wonder why they targets
Defenseless when my squad hits
Hard niggas
