| Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin'?
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| Tell me, nigga, tell me
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| Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin'?
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Woke up with 50 enemies plottin' my death
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| All 50 seein' visions of me shot in the chest
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| Couldn’t rest, nah nigga, I was stressed
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| Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie, sleepin' in my vest
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| Shit, I’m like a hostage on this troubled block
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| Call the cops, a thug nigga screamin' Westside
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| Bustin' double Glocks, hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
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| Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb
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| Hand on the steerin' wheel, swervin'
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| Bless me, Father, I’m a sinner, I’m livin' in hell
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| Just let me live on the streets ‘cause ain’t no peace for me in jail
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| Gettin' world-wide exposure
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| With a bunch of niggas that don’t give a fuck, ridin' as my soldiers
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| I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
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| Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy killa
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| Complete my mission, my competition no longer beefin'
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| I murdered all them bustas, now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
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| For all my soldiers gone we burnin' the Earth
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| Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
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| Shootin' rocks at the kid, I’ll bust back for Pac
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| Ask Yak, he’ll tell you that it’s hell down here
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| Stale down here, too many jails down here
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| Why you act like you don’t hear me?
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| Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me
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| I’m still breathin'
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| Now, we was raised «fuck this life,» my wrongs, my rights
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| Holdin' on a tight grip, with death in my sight
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| And the dark is my light, I’m cynical, sleep walkin' as a true
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| Walk around town with a pound full of bitter food
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| Came a long way from my born day
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| Dead away where there’s war play
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| Fuck friends! |
| I’ll say, rather die for my A-K
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| With these fag ass niggas, see-through-glass ass niggas
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| Only-ride-my-dick-and-the-skin-of-my-mash ass niggas
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| I walk around with a knife in my back
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| Talkin' 'bout a bad day—I live a life like that
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| It’s severe, and I’m losin' my hair, bless a hooligan
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| Catch me, I’m fallin' out flat yo, I’m ruined and
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| Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
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| I learned to like it like that when I was still in Mommy
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| The side of the city that the Devil run from
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| In the belly of the beast, that’s where the fuck we come from
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| And still I’m breathin'!
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| And still I’m totally wasted, they want me to face this
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| Just lost two of my closest na’r, one of y’all can take this
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| But I’m Makaveli trained, simple and plain
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| We number one, motherfucker, 'bout to do it again
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| Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can’t ruin it
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| Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckers losin' it
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| We movin' in for the kill, for a meal, holdin' steel
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| Hold the wheel
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| I’m 'bout to give these niggas somethin' they can feel
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| Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
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| Style-bitin', thug-lyin' niggas, give it up! |
| We hit 'em up!
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| And we still breathin' and we still breathin'…
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| (Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?)
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| Tell 'em! |
| Nigga, tell 'em! |
| (And we still breathin'…)
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| Who’ll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Stressed but busta free
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| Enemies give me reason
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| To be the last motherfucker breathin'
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| Bustin' my automatic rounds
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| Catch 'em while they sleepin'
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| Now I’m the last motherfucker breathin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breathin , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп