Breathin ( Tradução)

[2Pac]
I'm gonna be the last motherfucker breathin'
Tell me, who will be the last motherfucker breathin'?

Chorus [2Pac]
I shoot and shake off the stress, my enemies give me reasons
To be the last motherfucker breathin'
I fire, my automatics hit 'em while they sleep
Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'. [x2]

Verse 1 [2Pac]
Woke up with 50 enemies plotting my death
All 50 seeing visions of me getting shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, no way, I was stressed out
Crawling through the corners, man, sleeping with my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage in this troubled hood
Call the cops, a black thug screaming 'Westside' firing two Glocks
Hitting corners in my Chevy Suburban
Drinks got me driving on the curb, steering the wheel,
Swerving
Bless me, Father, I'm a peacemaker, living in hell
Let me live on the streets, 'cause there's no peace for me in jail
Gaining worldwide exposure
With a handful of homies who don’t give a damn about rolling like
My soldiers
Just freed 'em on a warpath, not you average killer
Westside, Outlaw, Bad Boy killer
Finishing my mission, my competition don’t leave me rattled
I took out all those weaklings, now I'm the last motherfucker
Breathin'

[Chorus]

Verse 2 [Young Noble]
Make sure I hold my ground, firm in the dirt
For all my fallen soldiers, we’re burning the earth
Worldwide Outlawz, we pack the hood
Throwing stones at the kid, I shoot back for 'Pac
Ask Yak, he’ll tell you hell is right here
Aging here, with plenty of prisons near
Why you act like you don’t hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw till these motherfuckers kill me
Still breathin'

[Napoleon]
Now we were raised with a 'fuck this life' style, I made
My rights
Holding tight, with death on my horizon
And the darkness is my light, I’m 'sentacle', sleepwalking,
Aren't you?
Walking through the city with a kilo of dinner
Came a long way from a boring day
Far from where there’s war moves
Fuck the big shots, I’ll say, I’d rather die for my AK
With these punk-ass dudes, see through these 'transparent' fools
I just roll with my homies, the ghetto’s a mix of brothers
Breathin'

[Chorus]

Verse 3 [Kastro]
I walk around with a knife in my back
Talking about a bad day, I live a life like that
It’s a fear, and I’m losing my hair, bless the
Houlogans
Catch me, I’m falling from my pad, yo, I’m in ruins
Breathin' is essential, nobody gives a damn about me
I swerved to like it the way it is, when I was still
With my mom
Besides a seed that the devil runs from
In the heart of the beats, that’s where we came from
And still breathin'

[EDI]
Still, I’m totally worn out, they want me to face
This
Just lost 2 of my close ones, partner, one of you can handle
This
But, I’m one of the trained by Makaveli, plain and simple
We’re number 1 motherfuckers, ready to do this again
Shit, Pac still does, you bitches can’t ruin this
2 million every time he drops, I know you fucked up are
Losing your heads
We’re moving to kill, for a thrill
We’re pressing the pedal, hold the wheel
I’m about to give these dudes something they can feel
Faking the real, but we’re raw on the wound
Style eaters, thug homies back down
We hit 'em

And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'
And we still breathin'