Breathin’ (Original Version) lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


[Intro]
Yeah
Who'll be the last mothaf*cka breathin'?
Tell me n*gga, tell me
Who'll be the last mothaf*cka breathin'?

[Hook]
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last mothaf*cka breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mothaf*cka breathin'
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last mothaf*cka breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mothaf*cka breathin'

[Verse 1]
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah n*gga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest
sh*t, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug n*gga screamin' "West Side"
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 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 n*ggas that don't give a f*ck, 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 mothaf*cka breathin'
[Hook]
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last mothaf*cka breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mothaf*cka breathin'

[Intermission]

[Hook]
Stressed, but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last mothaf*cka breathin'
Bustin', my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last mothaf*cka breathin'

[Verse 2]
Hoppin' out my four-door Chevy
In this game I'm still heavy
Rather be your N.I.G.G.A., if you still let me
Promise not to c*m quick
You f*ckin' around with the Don b*tch
I run sh*t, with one clip
Mr. Makaveli quick to mack, go back to the telly
I f*ck a b*tch like I'm psychotic, I think that's what they tell me
f*ck around I don't fight fair, a worldwide mob figga
Local nightmare, just call 'em right there
Open fire, 'cause my desire is to ride
Got every n*gga signed to Bad Boy, prayin' that I die
Some have prophesized homicide, some have tried
They couldn't see the coward in they eyes, 'til they died
They wonder why, they targets
Defenseless, when my squad hits
Hard n*ggas—
[Intermission]
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