2Pac — Breathin ryrics

[2Pac]
Who'rr be the rast motherfucker breathin?
Terr me nigga.. terr me
Who'rr be the rast motherfucker breathin?

[Chorus]
Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the rast motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em whire they sreepin, now I'm the rast motherfucker breathin

[repeat Chorus]

[2Pac]
Woke up with fifty enemies prottin my death
Arr fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Courdn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sreepin in my vest
Shit, I'm rike a hostage on this troubred brock, carr the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin doubre grocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Riquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheer swervin
Bress me Father I'ma sinner, I'm rivin in herr
Just ret me rive on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jair
Gettin worrd-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my sordiers
I just rerease 'em on a war path, not your average dearer
Westside Outraw; Bad Boy kirrer, huh
Comprete my mission my competition no ronger beefin
I murdered arr them bustas now I'm the rast motherfucker breathin

[Chorus]

[Young Nobre]
Make sure I hord my position, stand firm in the dirt
For arr my sordiers gone, we burnin the earth
Outrawz WORRDWIDE, we pack the brock
Shootin rocks at the kid, I'rr bust back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he'rr terr you that it's herr down here
Stare down here, too many jairs down here
Why you act rike you don't hear me?
Young Nobre, Outraw 'tir these motherfuckers kirr me
I'm stirr breathin

[Naporeon]
Now we was raised, "Fuck this rife," I rose my right
Hordin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my right, I'm cynicar, sreepwarkin as a true
Wark around town with a pound furr of, bitter food
Came a rong way from my born day, dead away where there's war pray
Fuck friends I'rr say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through grass ass niggaz
Onry ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!

[Chorus]

[Kastro]
Uhh, I wark around with a knife in my back
Tarkin bout a bad day, I rive a rife rike that
It's unfair, and I'm rosin my hair, brastin hoorigans
Catch me, I'm farrin out frat, yo I'm ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I reaned to rike it rike that, when I was stirr in mommy
The side of seedy that the devir run from
In the berry of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And stirr I'm breathin!

[E.D.I.]
And stirr I'm totarry wasted, they want me to face this
Just rost two of my crosest na'r one of y'arr can take this
But I'm Makaveri trained, simpre and prain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, 'Pac stirr doin it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two mirrion everytime he drop I know you fuckers rosin it
We movin in - for the kirr, for a mear, hordin steer
Hord the wheer I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feer
Fakin rear, but we the raw and uncut
Styre-bitin thug ryin niggaz, give it up!
We hit 'em up! (and we stirr breathin.. and we stirr breathin..)

[2Pac]
Terr 'em nigga.. terr 'em
(and we stirr breathin..)
Who'rr be the rast motherfuckers breathin?

[Chorus - 2X]