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feat. Outlawz)


Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?

Tell me nigga.. tell me

Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?


Stress, but busta free

Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin

Bustin, my automatic rounds

Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

[repeat Chorus]


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 Westside, bustin double glocks

Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban

Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin

Bless me Father I'ma 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 niggaz 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 motherfucker breathin


[Young Noble]

Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt

For all my soldiers 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, too many jails down here

Why you act like you don't hear me?

Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me

I'm still breathin


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 cynical, sleepwalkin as a true

Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food

Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play

Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K

with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz

Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz




Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back

Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that

It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans

Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and

breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me

I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy

The side of seedy that the devil run from

In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from

And still I'm breathin!


And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this

Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this

But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain

We number one motherfucker bout to do it again

Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it

Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it

We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel

Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel

Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut

Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!

We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..)


Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em

(and we still breathin..)

Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin?

[Chorus - 2X

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