Who'll be tha last [bad word] breathin'
Tell me, who'll be the last [bad word] breathin?

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last [bad word] breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last [bad word] breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last [bad word] breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last [bad word] breathin'

Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah [bad word] I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest
 [bad word]  I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops a thug [bad word] screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks
Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'

Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in [bad word] Just 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 [bad word] ridin' as my souljaz

I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy [bad word] my mission [bad word] no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last [bad word] breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last [bad word] breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last [bad word] breathin'

Make sure I hold my position and 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 [bad word] down here
Stale down here, to many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw till these [bad word] kill me, I'm still breathin'

Now we was raised  [bad word] 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

Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play [bad word] grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K
Wit' these [bad word] [bad word] niggaz, see-through glass [bad word] niggaz
Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash [bad word] niggaz, breathin'

Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last [bad word] breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last [bad word] breathin'

I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans
Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, [bad word] 

Breathin' is suicant, no one give a [bad word] about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy
Besides a seed that the [bad word] from, in the belly of the beats
That's where the [bad word] [bad word] from and still breathin'

And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closes man one of y'all can take this
But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 [bad word]  'bout to do it again
 [bad word]  Pac still doin' it, you hoes [bad word] it
2 million every time he drop, I know you [bad word] losin' it
We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel
I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel

Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up
We hit 'em up

And we still breathin'
And