Woke up with fifty enemies / Plottin my death / All fifty seein visions / Of me shot in the chest
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga... 
Tell me
Who’ll be the last motherfucker breathin?

[Hook] [2Pac] (x2)
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last motherfucker breathin
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
No, 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
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” 
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 A-K
With these fag ass niggas
See-through-glass ass niggas
Only-ride-my-dick-and-the-skin-of-my-mash ass niggas


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’!

[E.D.I. Mean]
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 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 somethin’ they can feel
Fakin’ real
But we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin’, thug-lyin’ niggas
Give it up! We hit ’em up!

[E.D.I. Mean]
And we still breathin’
And we still breathin’…
(Who’ll be the last motherfuckers breathin’?)

Tell ’em! Nigga, tell ’em! 
(And we still breathin’…)
Who’ll be the last motherfuckers breathin’?

[Hook] (x2)