[{"id":35582608,"name":"Breathin","trackName":"Breathin","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"2pac","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\nCatch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\nBreathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\nBesides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\nThat's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\nBut, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\nShit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\nTwo million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\nWe movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\nI'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\nFakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\nStyle-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\nWe hit 'em up\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\n\nWe'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n[00:06.76] Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n[00:11.95] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:15.16] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:17.72] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:21.05] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:23.23] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:26.52] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.14] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n[00:37.01] All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n[00:40.12] Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n[00:42.33] Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n[00:45.29] Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n[00:47.68] Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n[00:51.57] Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n[00:53.75] Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n[00:57.30] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.83] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.14] Getten world-wide exposure\n[01:05.06] With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n[01:08.40] I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n[01:12.08] Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n[01:15.20] Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n[01:18.09] I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n[02:15.41] Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n[02:18.63] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[02:22.02] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:30.27] I walk around with a knife in my back\n[02:32.80] Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n[02:35.50] It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n[02:39.16] Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n[02:41.88] Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n[02:44.89] I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n[03:10.57] We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:37.20] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:39.70] Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:42.76] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:45.63] Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:49.06] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:51.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Breathin\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: 2pac\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 15160\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 15160\n  end_ms: 17720\n- text: Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 17720\n  end_ms: 21050\n- text: Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 21050\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 26520\n  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Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n  We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n  I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n  Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n  Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n  We hit 'em up\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n\n  We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":9012207,"name":"Breathin","trackName":"Breathin","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"100% 2Pac","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\nCatch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\nBreathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\nBesides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\nThat's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\nBut, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\nShit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\nTwo million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\nWe movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\nI'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\nFakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\nStyle-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\nWe hit 'em up\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\n\nWe'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n[00:06.76] Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n[00:11.95] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:15.16] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:17.72] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:21.05] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:23.23] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:26.52] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.14] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 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breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] 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Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm 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breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my 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the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.14] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n[00:37.01] All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n[00:40.12] Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n[00:42.33] Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n[00:45.29] Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n[00:47.68] Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n[00:51.57] Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n[00:53.75] Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n[00:57.30] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.83] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.14] Getten world-wide exposure\n[01:05.06] With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n[01:08.40] I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n[01:12.08] Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n[01:15.20] Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n[01:18.09] I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in 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when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n[03:10.57] We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:37.20] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:39.70] Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:42.76] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:45.63] Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:49.06] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:51.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Breathin\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Videos\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 15160\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 15160\n  end_ms: 17720\n- text: 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corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we 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hit 'em up\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n\n  We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":18621311,"name":"Breathin","trackName":"Breathin","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"This Is 2Pac","duration":244.871837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\nCatch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\nBreathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\nBesides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\nThat's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\nBut, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\nShit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\nTwo million every time he drop, I know you fuckas 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automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:21.05] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:23.25] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:26.50] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.16] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.89] Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n[00:37.06] All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n[00:40.18] Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n[00:42.37] Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n[00:45.22] Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n[00:47.62] Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n[00:51.57] Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n[00:53.76] Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n[00:57.34] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.86] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.11] Getten 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breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n  We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n  I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n  Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n  Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n  We hit 'em up\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n\n  We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":21707768,"name":"Breathin","trackName":"Breathin","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Best Of 2Pac","duration":238.278812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 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swirvin'\n[00:57.30] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.83] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.14] Getten world-wide exposure\n[01:05.06] With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n[01:08.40] I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n[01:12.08] Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n[01:15.20] Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n[01:18.09] I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n[02:15.41] Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n[02:18.63] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[02:22.02] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka 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wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:37.20] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:39.70] Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:42.76] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:45.63] Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:49.06] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:51.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Breathin\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Best Of 2Pac\n  duration_ms: 238279\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who'll be tha 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free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered 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206280\n- text: And we still breathin'\n  start_ms: 206280\n  end_ms: 207420\n- text: We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 207420\n  end_ms: 208920\n- text: Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 208920\n  end_ms: 211580\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 211580\n  end_ms: 214180\n- text: Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 214180\n  end_ms: 217200\n- text: Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 217200\n  end_ms: 219700\n- text: Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 219700\n  end_ms: 222760\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 222760\n  end_ms: 225630\n- text: Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 225630\n  end_ms: 229060\n- text: Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 229060\n  end_ms: 231120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 231120\nplain: |-\n  Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n  We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n  I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n  Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n  Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n  We hit 'em up\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n\n  We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":34224936,"name":"Breathin' (Instrumental)","trackName":"Breathin' (Instrumental)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Breathin' / Let 'Em Have It (Remix)","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like 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muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Breathin' (Instrumental)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Breathin' / Let 'Em Have It (Remix)\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million 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breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n[00:06.76] Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n[00:11.95] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:15.16] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:17.72] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:21.05] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:23.23] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:26.52] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.14] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n[00:37.01] All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n[00:40.12] Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n[00:42.33] Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n[00:45.29] Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n[00:47.68] Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n[00:51.57] Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n[00:53.75] Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n[00:57.30] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.83] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.14] Getten world-wide exposure\n[01:05.06] With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n[01:08.40] I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n[01:12.08] Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n[01:15.20] Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n[01:18.09] I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n[02:15.41] Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n[02:18.63] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[02:22.02] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:30.27] I walk around with a knife in my back\n[02:32.80] Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n[02:35.50] It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n[02:39.16] Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n[02:41.88] Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n[02:44.89] I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n[03:10.57] We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:37.20] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:39.70] Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:42.76] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:45.63] Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:49.06] Now 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nigga)\n  Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n  We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n  I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n  Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n  Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n  We hit 'em up\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n  And we still breathin'\n\n  We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":18686900,"name":"7 - 2Pac - Breathin (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"7 - 2Pac - Breathin (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time","duration":244.846792,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?\nTell me nigga. tell me\nWho'll be the last motherfucker breathin?\n\nStress, but busta free\nEnemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin\nBustin, my automatic rounds\nCatch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin\n\nWoke up with fifty enemies plottin my death\nAll fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops\nA thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks\nHittin corners in my Chevy Surburban\nLiquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell\nJust let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGettin world-wide exposure\nwith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer\nWestside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin\nI murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin\n\nMake sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth\nOutlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block\nShootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, too many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me\nI'm still breathin\n\nNow we was raised, \"Fuck this life,\" I rose my right\nHoldin on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true\nWalk around town with a pound full of, bitter food\nCame a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nwith these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz\nBreathin!\n\nUhh, I walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans\nCatch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and\nbreathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy\nThis the side of the city that the devil run from\nIn the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from\nAnd still I'm breathin!\n\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this\nBut I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number one motherfucker bout to do it again\nShit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it\nTwo million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it\nWe movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel\nHold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel\nFakin real, but we the raw and uncut\nStyle-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!\nWe hit 'em up! (and we still breathin. and we still breathin.)\n\nTell 'em nigga. tell 'em\n(and we still breathin.)\nWho'll be the last motherfuckers breathin?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 7 - 2Pac - Breathin (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time\n  duration_ms: 244847\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?\n  Tell me nigga. tell me\n  Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?\n\n  Stress, but busta free\n  Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin\n  Bustin, my automatic rounds\n  Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin\n\n  Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death\n  All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops\n  A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks\n  Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban\n  Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell\n  Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Gettin world-wide exposure\n  with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer\n  Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin\n  I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin\n\n  Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth\n  Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block\n  Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, too many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me\n  I'm still breathin\n\n  Now we was raised, \"Fuck this life,\" I rose my right\n  Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true\n  Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food\n  Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz\n  Breathin!\n\n  Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and\n  breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy\n  This the side of the city that the devil run from\n  In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from\n  And still I'm breathin!\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this\n  But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one motherfucker bout to do it again\n  Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it\n  We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel\n  Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel\n  Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut\n  Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!\n  We hit 'em up! 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sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nI walk around with a knife in my back\nTalkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\nIt's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\nCatch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\nBreathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\nI leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\nBesides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\nThat's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\nAnd still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\nJust lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\nBut, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\nWe number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\nShit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\nTwo million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\nWe movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\nI'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\nFakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\nStyle-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\nWe hit 'em up\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\nAnd we still breathin'\n\nWe'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress and busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n[00:06.76] Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n[00:11.95] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:15.16] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:17.72] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:21.05] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:23.23] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[00:26.52] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:29.14] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[00:32.41] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 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breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n[02:15.41] Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n[02:18.63] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[02:22.02] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:30.27] I walk around with a knife in my back\n[02:32.80] Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n[02:35.50] It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n[02:39.16] Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n[02:41.88] Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n[02:44.89] I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n[03:10.57] We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while 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Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm 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enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n"},{"id":1102467,"name":"Breathin","trackName":"Breathin","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until the End of Time","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nMake sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\nFor all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\nOutlawz worldwide, we pack the block\nShootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\nAsk Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\nStale down here, to many jails down here\nWhy you act like you don't hear me?\nYoung Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\nNow we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\nHoldin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\nAnd the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\nWalkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\nCame a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\nFuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\nWit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\nOnly ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka 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last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\nI 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Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a 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I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm 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the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  I walk around with a knife in my back\n  Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n  It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n  Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n  Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n  I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n  Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n  That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n\n  And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n  Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n  But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n  We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n  Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n  Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n  We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n  I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n  Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n  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while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide exposure\nWith a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\nI just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\nWestside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\nComplete my mission my 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rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n  Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n  And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n  Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n  Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n  Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n  Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n  Only ride my niggaz, 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(tell 'em, nigga)\nTell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\nStress but busta free, enemies give me reason\nTo be the last muthafucka breathin'\nBustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\nNow I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\nWoke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\nAll 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\nCouldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\nHad me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\nShit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\nCall the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\nHittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\nLiquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\nBless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\nJust let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\nGetten world-wide 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breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:30.27] I walk around with a knife in my back\n[02:32.80] Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n[02:35.50] It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n[02:39.16] Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n[02:41.88] Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n[02:44.89] I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he 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sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through 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Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n  All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n  Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n  Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n  Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n  Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n  Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n  Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n  Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n  Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n  Getten world-wide exposure\n  With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n  I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n  Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n\n  Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n  I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n\n  Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n  For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n  Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n  Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n  Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n  Stale down here, to many jails down here\n  Why you act like you don't hear me?\n  Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n\n  Now we was 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muthafucka breathin'\n[00:34.80] Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death\n[00:37.01] All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest\n[00:40.12] Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed\n[00:42.33] Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest\n[00:45.29] Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block\n[00:47.68] Call the cops a thug nigga screamin' Westside bustin' double glocks\n[00:51.57] Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban\n[00:53.75] Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb handle the steerin' wheel, swirvin'\n[00:57.30] Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell\n[00:59.83] Just let me live on the streetz 'cause ain't no peace for me in jail\n[01:03.14] Getten world-wide exposure\n[01:05.06] With a bunch of niggaz that don't give a fuck ridin' as my souljaz\n[01:08.40] I just release 'em on a war path, not your average killer\n[01:12.08] Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa\n[01:15.20] Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'\n[01:18.09] I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:21.46] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[01:23.94] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:26.89] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[01:30.59] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[01:32.43] Make sure I hold my position and stand firm in the dirt\n[01:35.00] For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth\n[01:37.96] Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block\n[01:40.69] Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac\n[01:43.47] Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here\n[01:46.59] Stale down here, to many jails down here\n[01:49.44] Why you act like you don't hear me?\n[01:51.80] Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these muthafuckas kill me, I'm still breathin'\n[01:55.71] Now we was raised \"Fuck this life\", I rose my right\n[01:58.09] Holdin' on a tight grip with death in my sight\n[02:00.91] And the dark is my light, I'm sentacle, sleep-walkin', isn't you?\n[02:04.02] Walkin' 'round town wit' a pound full of dinner food\n[02:06.90] Came a long way from a bored-day, dead away where there's war play\n[02:09.83] Fuck grands, I'll say, rather die for my A-K\n[02:12.55] Wit' these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz\n[02:15.41] Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz, breathin'\n[02:18.63] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[02:22.02] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:24.85] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[02:28.02] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[02:30.27] I walk around with a knife in my back\n[02:32.80] Talkin' 'bout a bad day, I live a life like that\n[02:35.50] It's a fear, and I'm losin' my hair, bless the houlogans\n[02:39.16] Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat, yo, I'm ruinin'\n[02:41.88] Breathin' is suicant, no one give a fuck about me\n[02:44.89] I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit' mommy\n[02:47.95] Besides a seed that the devil run from, in the belly of the beats\n[02:51.34] That's where the fuck we come from and still breathin'\n[02:53.94] And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this\n[02:56.14] Just lost two of my closes man one of y'all can take this\n[02:58.84] But, I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain\n[03:01.48] We number one muthafucka, 'bout to do it again\n[03:04.24] Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it\n[03:07.21] Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckas losin' it\n[03:10.57] We movin' in for the kill, for a mill, we holdin' the steel, hold the wheel\n[03:14.22] I'm 'bout to give these niggaz somethin' they can feel\n[03:16.82] Fakin' real, but we the raw on the cut\n[03:19.14] Style-bitin' thug line niggaz give it up\n[03:21.76] We hit 'em up\n[03:23.57] And we still breathin'\n[03:24.79] And we still breathin'\n[03:26.28] And we still breathin'\n[03:27.42] We'll be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:28.92] Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:31.58] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:34.18] Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:37.20] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:39.70] Stress and busta free, enemies give me reason\n[03:42.76] To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:45.63] Bust, my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n[03:49.06] Now I'm the last muthafucka breathin'\n[03:51.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Breathin'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (Disk 1)\n  duration_ms: 247071\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who'll be tha last muthafucka breathin' (tell 'em, nigga)\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6760\n- text: Tell me, who'll be the last muthafucka breathin?\n  start_ms: 6760\n  end_ms: 11950\n- text: Stress but busta free, enemies give me reason\n  start_ms: 11950\n  end_ms: 15160\n- text: To be the last muthafucka breathin'\n  start_ms: 15160\n  end_ms: 17720\n- text: Bustin', my automatic rounds catch 'em while they sleepin'\n  start_ms: 17720\n  end_ms: 21050\n- text: Now 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