2Pac — Breathin’ Original Version

[Intro] Yeah Who'll be the last mothafucka breathin'? Tell me nigga, tell me Who'll be the last mothafucka breathin'? [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason To be the last mothafucka breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin' Now I'm the last mothafucka breathin' Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason To be the last mothafucka breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin' Now I'm the last mothafucka breathin' [Verse 1] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death All fifty seein' 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' "West Side" Bustin' double Glocks, hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steerin' wheel swervin' Bless me, Father I'm sinner, I'm livin' 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 niggas that don't give a FUCK, ridin' as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin' I murdered all them bustas, now I'm the last mothafucka breathin' [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason To be the last mothafucka breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin' Now I'm the last mothafucka breathin' [Intermission] [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason To be the last mothafucka breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin' Now I'm the last mothafucka breathin' [Verse 2] 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 telly I fuck a bitch like I'm psychotic, I think that's what they tell me Fuck around I don't fight fair, a worldwide mob figga Local nightmare, just call 'em right there Open fire, 'cause my desire is to ride Got every nigga signed to Bad Boy, prayin' that I die Some have prophesized homicide, some have tried They couldn't see the coward in they eyes, 'til they died They wonder why, they targets Defenseless, when my squad hits Hard niggas— [Intermission]