Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Breathin’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I’ll be tha last muthafucka breathin’
Tell me, who be the last muthafucka breathin?
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
Woke up with 50 enemies plotten my death
All 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn’t rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin ’round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I’m like a hostage In this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug nigga screamin Westside bustin’ double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel, swirvin’
Bless me Father I’ma sinner, I’m living in hell
Let me live on the streetz cause ain’t no peace for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposure
With a bunch of niggaz that don’t give a f*ck ridin as my souljaz
I just release ’em on a war path, not your average killer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin’
I murdered all them bustaz now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my souljas gone, we burnin’ the earth
Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block
Shootin’ rocks at the kid, I’ll bust back for Pac
Ask Yak, he’ll tell you that it’s hell down here
Stale down here, to many jails down here
Why you act like you don’t hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw till these muthafuckas kill me
I’m still breathin’
Now we was raised “f*ck this life”, I rose my right
Holdin’ on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I’m sentacle, sleep-walkin’, isn’t you?
Walkin’ ’round town wit’ a pound full of dinner food
Came a long way from a bored-day
Dead away where there’s war play
F*ck grands, I’ll say, rather die for my A-K
Wit’ these fag ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my niggaz, ghetto is mash ass niggaz
Breathin’
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin’ bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It’s a fear, and I’m losin’ my hair, bless the houlogans
Catch me, I’m fallin’ out flat, yo, I’m ruinin’
Breathin’ is suicant, no one give a f*ck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still wit’ mommy
Besides a seed that the devil run from
In the belly of the beats, that’s where the f*ck we come from
And still breathin’
And still I’m totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost 2 of my closes, man, one of why’all can take this
But, I’m Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number 1 muthafucka, bout to do it again
Shit, Pac still doin’ it, you hoes can’t ruin it
2 million everytime he drop, I know you fuckas losin’ it
We movin’ in for the kill, for a mill
We holdin’ the steel, hold the wheel
I’m bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin’ real, but we the raw on the cut
Style-bitin’ THUGLINE niggaz give it up
We Hit ‘Em Up
And we still breathin’
And we still breathin’
And we still breathin’
We’ll be the last muthafucka breathin’
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’
Stress, and busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last muthafucka breathin’
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin’
Now I’m the last muthafucka breathin’