Breathin'
2Pac/50 Cent Lyrics

Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin'?
Who will survive the longest in this dangerous environment?

Tell me, nigga, tell me
Please share your insights with me.

Stressed, but busta free
I am under a lot of pressure, but I remain in control.

Enemies give me reason
My adversaries motivate me to fight harder.

To be the last motherfucker breathin'
I am determined to survive no matter what it takes.

Bustin' my automatic rounds
I am firing my gun relentlessly to defend myself.

Catch 'em while they sleepin'
I am attacking when they least expect it.

Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
I am still alive and standing despite all the attempts on my life.

Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
I started my day knowing that there are many people who want to kill me.

All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Each of them imagines taking me out in a different way.

Couldn't rest, nah, nigga, I was stressed
I couldn't relax because I knew I was in imminent danger.

Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie, sleepin' in my vest
I had to be on high alert at all times and even slept in my bulletproof vest.

Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
I feel trapped and helpless in this dangerous neighborhood.

A thug nigga screamin', "Westside", bustin' double Glocks
I am a tough gangster representing my side of town and firing two guns at once.

Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
I am driving fast and recklessly in my large SUV.

Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb
I am driving under the influence and not in control of my vehicle.

Hand on the steerin' wheel, swervin'
I am holding onto the wheel tightly, dangerously changing lanes.

Bless me, Father, I'm a sinner, I'm livin' in hell
I am acknowledging my wrongdoing and my current situation.

Just let me live on the streets
I prefer to be homeless and living dangerously than in prison.

'Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
I would rather risk my life every day on the streets than be trapped in a prison cell with no freedom.

Gettin' world-wide exposure
My music and lifestyle are becoming popular all over the world.

With a bunch of niggas that don't give a fuck
I am surrounded by other violent men who are reckless.

Ridin' as my soldiers
They are my loyal followers and support my lifestyle.

I'll just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
I can easily launch my crew into a violent conflict, and I am not like a typical drug dealer.

Westside, Outlaw Bad Boy killer
I am a dangerous criminal who belongs to a specific gang.

Complete my mission, my competition no longer beefin'
I have accomplished my goal of eliminating my rivals.

I murdered all them bustas
I have killed all the people who were competing with me.

Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
I am determined to remain on top and keep my power.

For all my soldiers gone, we burnin' the Earth
We are honoring our fallen comrades with a violent and destructive retaliation.

Outlawz, worldwide, we packed the block
My gang is present and strong all over the world.

Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac
We are attacking our enemies and retaliating for previous attacks on our group.

Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
One of my companions can confirm that life in this area is terrible.

Stale down here, too many jails down here
The conditions in this area are oppressive and unjust, and many people are incarcerated.

Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble
Why are you ignoring my message and my complaints?

Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me, I'm still breathin'
I am determined to stay alive and remain loyal to my gang for as long as possible.

How we was raised, "Fuck this life," my wrongs, my rights
We grew up in a rough environment that made us hate our lives. We do whatever we think is necessary to survive.

Holdin' on a tight grip, with death in my sight
I am holding on tight to my gun, ready to fight until I die.

And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleep walkin' as a true
I use my darkness and cynicism as a form of strength and protection.

Walk around town, with a pound full of bitter food
I carry my weapon everywhere I go and have a lot of pent-up frustration and anger.

Came a long way from my born day
I have overcome a lot of obstacles since I was born.

Dead away where there's war play
I come from a place where constant violent conflict is happening all around me.

Fuck friends, I'll say, rather die for my AK
I would rather be loyal to my gun than to any friend. I am willing to die for my weapon.

With these fag ass niggas, see-through-glass ass niggas
I am surrounded by fake and weak men who are not trustworthy.

Only-ride-my-dick-and-the-skin-of-my-mash ass niggas (we been)
These men only care about themselves and their personal gain. This is nothing new to us.

I walk around with a knife in my back
I am always aware that someone could betray me.

Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that
Others may think they are having a bad day, but my entire life is filled with danger and hardship.

It's severe, and I'm losin' my hair, bless a hooligan
The stress and fear are affecting my physical appearance, but I still hold onto my criminal lifestyle.

Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruined, and
I am falling apart, and it seems like there is no way to recover.

Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I am surrounded by filth and decay, and nobody cares about my wellbeing.

I learned to like it like that when I was still in Mommy
I grew up in terrible conditions and learned to adapt to them.

The side of the city that the Devil run from
I come from a part of town that is infamous for its violence and criminal activity.

In the belly of the beast
I am in the most dangerous and violent part of town.

That's where the fuck we come from and still I'm breathin'
Despite the odds, I am still alive and thriving in this dangerous environment.

And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
I am heavily under the influence of drugs and alcohol, and people want me to face my problems while sober.

Just lost two of my closest, nan' one of y'all can take this
I have recently lost two people who were very important to me, and I am grieving their loss.

But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
I have been trained to have a tough exterior and to be resilient.

We number one, motherfucker, 'bout to do it again
My gang and I are on top and ready to continue our violent and criminal activities.

Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
Even though Tupac is dead, his music and legacy live on.

Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckers losin' it
His albums are still making millions of dollars, and his detractors cannot deny his success.

We movin' in, for the kill, for a meal, holdin' steel
We are ready and armed for a deadly attack.

Hold the wheel
Take control and be ready to drive or attack.

I'm 'bout to give these niggas something they can feel
I am getting ready to unleash my violence and send a message to our rivals.

Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
Other gangsters may pretend to be real, but we are the ones who are truly tough and unfiltered.

Style-bitin' thug lyin' niggas, give it up
Other criminals may try to imitate us, but they will never be as authentic or powerful.

We hit 'em up
We attack our rivals with force.

Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Despite all the danger and violence, I am still alive and thriving, proving my strength and resilience.