Breathin
Outlawz Lyrics


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Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin'?
Tell me, nigga, tell me
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin'?

Stressed, 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'
Stressed, 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'

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 Suburban
Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb
Hand on the steerin' wheel, swervin'
Bless me, Father, I'm a 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'll just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside, Outlaw Bad Boy killer
Complete my mission, my competition no longer beefin'
I murdered all them bustas
Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'

Stressed, 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'

Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers gone, we burnin' the Earth
Outlawz, worldwide, we packed 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'

How we was raised, "Fuck this life," my wrongs, my rights
Holdin' on a tight grip, with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleep walkin' 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 AK
With these fag ass niggas, see-through-glass ass niggas
Only-ride-my-dick-and-the-skin-of-my-mash ass niggas (we been)

Stressed, 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'

I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's severe, and I'm losin' my hair, bless a hooligan
Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruined, and
Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that when I was still in Mommy
The side of the city 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, nan' 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 every time 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 niggas something they can feel
Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin' thug lyin' niggas, give it up
We hit 'em up

And we still breathin' and we still breathin' and we still-
(Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?)

Stressed, 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'
Stressed, 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

Overall Meaning

The Outlawz's song "Breathin" is a powerful and intense reflection on the struggles and dangers of life as a gangsta in the Westside of America. The lyrics speak of the constant threat of violence and death, with the artist questioning who will be the last motherfucker breathin' in this harsh environment. The song begins with the artist expressing their frustration with enemies who give them reason to fight, but also highlighting their ability to catch them while they are sleeping. The artist then reflects on waking up with fifty enemies plotting their death and feeling like a hostage on the troubled block. They speak of seeking revenge and completing their mission before becoming the last motherfucker breathin.' The lyrics further speak about the Outlawz's status as worldwide outlaws whom nobody can mess with, even in jail. The artist speaks about the struggle of life that has led them to hold tight to their weapons and be cynical, clock-work like a true warrior.


Throughout the song, the artist emphasizes the fact that they are stressed, but busta-free, which highlights their determination to survive and thrive in this harsh environment. The artist talks about how they have learned to survive in their surroundings and how they have come a long way from their born day, showing their development over time. The artist highlights how their life is filled with danger, with their knife still in their back, and the world giving them no better options. The song ends with the artist still breathing, and still perceiving victories as they move forward.


Line by Line Meaning

Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin'?
Asking who will be the last person standing or surviving in a dangerous situation.


Tell me, nigga, tell me
Asking someone for an answer or opinion.


Stressed, but busta free
Despite being under pressure, I am not afraid of anyone.


Enemies give me reason
My opponents motivate me to keep fighting.


To be the last motherfucker breathin'
I am determined to be the sole survivor of this situation.


Bustin' my automatic rounds
Using my firearm to protect myself and take down my enemies.


Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Taking advantage of my opponents' vulnerability.


Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
I am aware of many people who wish to harm me.


All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
My enemies imagine killing me.


Couldn't rest, nah, nigga, I was stressed
I was anxious and unable to relax.


Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie, sleepin' in my vest
I was cautious, constantly checking my surroundings and sleeping while wearing a bulletproof vest.


Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
I feel trapped and at the mercy of the dangerous environment around me and may need police intervention.


A thug nigga screamin', "Westside", bustin' double Glocks
I am a gangster screaming my allegiance to the Westside and firing multiple guns.


Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban
Driving aggressively and recklessly in my large SUV.


Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb
I am physically impaired from drinking alcohol and struggling to control my vehicle.


Hand on the steerin' wheel, swervin'
I am struggling to keep control of my car.


Bless me, Father, I'm a sinner, I'm livin' in hell
I ask for forgiveness for my wrongdoings and acknowledge that my current situation feels like a living hell.


Just let me live on the streets
I prefer living on the streets than behind bars in jail.


'Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
I know that I won't find peace or safety in jail.


Gettin' world-wide exposure
Becoming well-known around the world.


With a bunch of niggas that don't give a fuck
Surrounded by people who are equally indifferent and apathetic.


Ridin' as my soldiers
My comrades ride with me like soldiers in battle.


I'll just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
I will unleash my soldiers to do battle, and they are not typical drug dealers.


Westside, Outlaw Bad Boy killer
I am part of a dangerous group that is associated with the Westside and is known for being rebels and killers.


Complete my mission, my competition no longer beefin'
I will end my enemies, and there will be no more conflicts.


I murdered all them bustas
I killed all of my enemies.


Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
I will maintain my power and position even if it means standing in the dirt.


For all my soldiers gone, we burnin' the Earth
I am honoring my fallen comrades by destroying everything around me.


Outlawz, worldwide, we packed the block
My gang, the Outlawz, is powerful and present all around the world.


Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac
I am throwing rocks at someone who disrespected my comrade, Tupac, and I will attack them in return.


Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here
My friend, Yak, can confirm that the environment we are in is incredibly challenging and unpleasant.


Stale down here, too many jails down here
The atmosphere is stagnant and depressing, with too many people being sent to prison.


Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble
Asking Young Noble why he is ignoring my words and emotions.


Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me, I'm still breathin'
I am an Outlaw for life, and I will continue to survive no matter what.


How we was raised, "Fuck this life," my wrongs, my rights
I was raised to reject society and ignore its rules, and I acknowledge that my actions have both positive and negative consequences.


Holdin' on a tight grip, with death in my sight
I maintain a strong and uncompromising stance, even when facing death.


And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleep walkin' as a true
Even in darkness, I am able to see and maneuver, but I am also jaded and sleepwalking through life.


Walk around town, with a pound full of bitter food
I am walking around town with a firearm loaded with deadly ammunition.


Came a long way from my born day
I have come a long way since my birth.


Dead away where there's war play
I am in a place where war is constantly happening.


Fuck friends, I'll say, rather die for my AK
I value my weapon over any friendship and would die to defend it.


With these fag ass niggas, see-through-glass ass niggas
I do not trust and view with suspicion people who are too passive or transparent.


Only-ride-my-dick-and-the-skin-of-my-mash ass niggas (we been)
I only tolerate and ride with people who are true friends, not those who are only seeking personal gain.


I walk around with a knife in my back
I am constantly aware of betrayal and danger from people around me.


Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that
People who complain about bad days cannot fully comprehend the harshness of my everyday life.


It's severe, and I'm losin' my hair, bless a hooligan
The situation is extremely serious, and my stress and anxiety have even caused physical damage.


Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruined, and
I am at my lowest point and in danger of falling apart.


Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I am living in terrible and unhygienic conditions, and nobody cares about my well-being.


I learned to like it like that when I was still in Mommy
I developed a tolerance for harshness when I was still a child.


The side of the city that the Devil run from
I am from a part of the city that is notorious for being dangerous and evil.


In the belly of the beast
I am viewing myself as being in a dangerous and inescapable situation.


That's where the fuck we come from and still I'm breathin'
I come from a dangerous environment, but I am still alive and thriving.


And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
I am under the influence of drugs or alcohol, but people still want me to confront the challenges of life.


Just lost two of my closest, nan' one of y'all can take this
I recently lost two of my closest friends, and nobody else can replace them.


But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
I have trained myself to be like Tupac Shakur, who called himself Makaveli and embodied a rebellious spirit.


We number one, motherfucker, 'bout to do it again
My group and I are the best, and we are preparing to achieve even greater success.


Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
Tupac Shakur is still a legend, and nobody can tarnish his legacy.


Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckers losin' it
Tupac Shakur earns millions whenever he releases new music, and his detractors cannot handle it.


We movin' in, for the kill, for a meal, holdin' steel
My group and I are preparing to attack and kill our enemies, and we have weapons.


Hold the wheel
I am focused and ready to take control of the situation.


I'm 'bout to give these niggas something they can feel
I am about to inflict some real pain and make my enemies feel it.


Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
Other people pretend to be authentic, but my group is the real and unfiltered deal.


Style-bitin' thug lyin' niggas, give it up
Critiquing and calling out other rappers who are copying our style and pretending to be tough.


We hit 'em up
We are declaring war on our enemies.


And we still breathin' and we still breathin' and we still-
We are still alive and fighting, and we refuse to give up or be defeated.


(Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?)
Asking who will be the last people standing or surviving in a dangerous situation.


Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
I am the only one left standing or surviving in this dangerous situation.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Katari T. Cox, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper

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@utm0st

One of the best hooks I've ever heard

@infinitebb

bruuuh they will neva undastand

@lakerraiders9285

💯💯💯💯💯!!! Just hits different....if you know then you know

@lavardisingram1108

the best to ever do it,2pac all day!!!

@maalemyouneshadir6079

2024

@JulianX3__

Got this album when I was 8 or 9. I’m 33 still bumping this shit!

@persieross4181

This song made me listened to it everyday without fail it was like a oath to my life pac really raised me looking bacc on it shit crazy

@austenlejeune2599

I think most kids with emotionally absent fathers were essentially raised by pac. He told us what was right and wrong where nobody else would. He instilled morals in us where we might have not had any. Me 2

@rodneys.i.n8719

I love this CD, but This song & "Until The End Of time" are easily my favorite 2

@jerris27p

I’ll be listening to this until the end of time.

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