Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin


Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein 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 on 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, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt
For all my soldiers 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, too many jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me?
Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I'm still breathin

Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right
Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight
And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true
Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food
Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play
Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K
with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz
Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz
Breathin!

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that
It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans
Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and
breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy
The side of seedy that the devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still I'm breathin!

And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one motherfucker bout to do it again
Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it
We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel
Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel
Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up!
We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..)

Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em
(and we still breathin..)
Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin?

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Stress, but busta free
Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin
Bustin, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

Major! Hell motherfuckin yeah
This one goes out to my nigga Mike Coolin, hell yeah
Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin
Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen
On the scene watchin fiends buggin
Kickin up dust with the older G's
Soakin up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned
not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons
A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was guessin
I was ganked for sexin
Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it
I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class
and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin
Mobbin through the overpass laughin
While these other motherfuckers try to figure out, no doubt
They jealous of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger
Cause some nigga tried to kill me
and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday gettin paid
Police on my pager, straight stressin
A fugitive my occupation is under question
Wanted for investigation, and even though
I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath
Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer
They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap
And they wonder why it's hard bein black
Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh



Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
(Repeat 4X)
Mama raised a hellrazor

Dear Lord can ya feel me
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Tell me Lord can ya feel me, show a sign
Damn near running outta time, everybody's dyin
Mama raised a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat down niggaz
I'm startin to think all the rich in the world is safe
While the po' babies restin in the early graves
God come save the youth
Ain't nothin else to do but have faith in you
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
crooked cop killin Glock, tell me Lord
Can ya feel me? Show a way
I'm prayin but my enemies won't go away
And everywhere I turn I see niggaz burn
Every nigga that I know's on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he paid a price
Little young motherfucker doin triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin better
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the roof
Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama
Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts
Gettin drunk off that Tanqueray gin
Bout to break my nigga out the fuckin pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uhh, yeah
C'mon, uhh, mama raised a hellrazor
Uhh, dear Lord can ya feel me, stress gettin major
(Lord be my savior, unnh)


Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unhh
(repeat 2X)
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major

Dear Lord can ya hear me, it's just me
A young nigga tryin to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause shit
Thug Life motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin high til the bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news I see busta girl killin 'Tasha
Now I'm screamin fuck the world, in the end
it's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me, when I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
with my hands on the trugger, Thug nigga
Stressin like a motherfuckin drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die

The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me; but mama's workin wonders in the kitchen
Listen I can hear her cryin in the bedroom
Prayin for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong - for wishin I was somewhere else
I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me; wish he would've helped me
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age - I'm gettin paid
and I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hangin in the back streets
runnin with G's and dopefiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothin to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the - bad guy
that one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck (*gunshots*) from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes
And you'd be crazy too

with nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"


I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressin keep a vest for protection
from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothin seperatin us from a mack 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, buckin at them bustaz
No matter how you try niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me strikin down the block hittin co'ners
Mobbin like a motherfucker livin like I wanna
Ain't no stoppin at the red lights - I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker criiime pays
Let the cops put they lights on - chase me nigga
Zig-zaggin through the freeway - race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw, I'm livin raw
'til they bury me don't worry me, I'm high
Livin like I ain't afraid to die (hahaha)
And you could walk a mile in my shoes
and you'd be crazy too

with nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"

Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm startin' to lose hope; it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creepin out the window
Alone on my own I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household, I'm out cold
On the streets screamin motherfuckin peace
I got nothin to lose, and somethin to prove, what do I do?
Live the Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they, kill me, is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
Cause all my life I was dirt broke, with no hope
Lil' skinny motherfucker wantin dough
I hated cuttin suckers with my razor blade
but everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city, no pity
And ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin dubs
If you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too

with nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"
Got nothin to lose, got nothin to lose
"That's why I got gang related rhymes"

They wonder what type nigga be a - Thug Life nigga
We be the craziest... motherfucker! You know!
They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life, nigga
We be the craziest!

[voice sample from Star Trek V]
I couldn't help but notice your pain
[My pain?]
It runs deep
Share it with me!

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
i was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do
but be a thug
out slangin' with the homies
fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club
got my mind on danger
never been a stranger to homicide
my cities full of gang bangers and drive bys
why do we die at an early age
he was so young
but still a victim of the 12 gauge
my memories of a corpse
mind full of sick thoughts
and I ain't goin back to court
so fuck what you thought I'm drinkin' hennessey
runnin from my enemies will I live to be 23
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhhh....
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

years and years of that rough life
runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife
and livin trifed on the regular
bokin out competitors
see them take a move and take them down like a fuckin predator
get in trouble everyday in school
act a fool
and you know I had to break every rule
showin off for the bitches cause I had the mad rep
so I had to watch my back when it was time to step
[????] with love for me
pop, pop, pop
and send a chuckle up above for me
Aiyyo currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry
broke and head off with the pack and started sellin coke
And now the money's looking lovely
Pop the drop top and now the bitches wanna rub me
Kick 'em the game
it's all the same
i kick it back yo
Give 'em slack yo
and now they label me the mack yo
people check it
get disrespected if you front the the birdman
you heard man
catch a couple shots from the glock in my hand
Damn! At least I'm realistic with my biscuit
you know you get your ass twisted so run for cover
me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust
so if your on nigga look for the gauge to bust
a lot of pressure with the street fame
it's a deep game
and my mama always cryin'
yo there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhhh...
Ohhhh...

They got me mobbin like I'm
loc'ed and ready to get my slug on
i load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
i ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - paaassion
Better duck cause I ain't lookin when I'm - blaaastin
I'm a nuttin drinkin Hennessey and gettin' high
On the lookout for my enemies, don't wanna die
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor
what can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
these sorry bastards
want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see
and everyday it just a struggle
steady thuggin' in the streets
and i'll be ballin' loc
don't let 'em make you worry
keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried
i was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta,
with a mother on drugs
I'm kickin dust up
ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
until they kill me
i'll be livin this life
i know you feel me
there's so much pain

(Chorus)

Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain
Ohhh...
Tired of the Strain and the Pain

Ohhhhhh....

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Dear baby its me again, stuck inside this packed pen
trying to pay my debt for all my sins
See this penitentiary time be so heavy on my mind
at times its like I'm living just to die
I'm living in hell, stuck in my jail cell, stranded in the county jail
waiting for my chance to post bail
I wanna be paid in large stacks, I mash so fast
I blast
wondering how long will I last
My memories fade when I'm intoxicated
busters be shady
so I'm dumping on cowards daily
we never faded
I know I said it all before but now I mean it
visions of you and me ballin, so crystal clear I seen it
Even though you mad at me you'll be glad to see the strategy
of making these chips come so easily
I max out in the morning baby, life is good
me and you against the whole world
Soon as I get home


Grab my gat, locate my comrads
Lets get my enemies, not knowing I'm coming back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets to a war zone
Soon as I get home



Sittin here looking at pictures of you and me living
but now your out in the world, while I'm twisted in prison
Love letters come daily
words of perfection
you send me money and news clips, beggin for sex and..
Stay wide open, keep yours eyes peeled
in my advice you keep it real and they can die squealing
Plus I never have to worry about a visit, cause your there daily
guards trying to get your number, you don't dare tell me
Tongue kissing, steady humpin, trying to accomplish something
before the co. and the warden jump in, frontin
Late night reminiscing, everybody's quiet
I think something in the air, prepare for the riot
In padlocks and my socks, tied to the bed frame
I touch her thug love, but they got my head in pain
Started a war but now I'm gone
release me to the streets in the morning its on
Soon as I get home



See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
and me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted
wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster
Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word
you get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin, still don't care about nothin
rollin in my double r and Im trying to see somethin' we ain't never had
came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade
shit shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you
and once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home.

"if you don't have something to live for, you best find something to die for"
/ Tupac Amaru Shakur

мой вольный перевод:
"Если ты не можешь найти что-то ради чего стоило бы жить, лучше найди что-то за что стоит умереть!"
/ Тупак Амару Шакур

Я часто слышу музыку! Причем когда она даже ни где кроме моей головы не играет.. (Я могу ее напевать, или нет - разницы нет) Я могу не брать с собой плеер, просто как по вынампу заказываю песню и она с удивительным качеством начинает звучать у меня в голове! +)) Даже танцевать под нее могу +)))) (когда ни кто не видит+))) Еще я могу на ходу придумывать музыку и она играет вголове так же качественно и отчетливо как и та что уже слышал ))) Жаль не всегда есть на чем наиграть - забываю гениальнейшие музыкальные идеи +)))

Интересно, это нормально, или от жары мозги плавиться начали?


з.ы. например, сегодня по нескольку раз "слушал" Тупака - "Breathin'" и "Nothing 2 loose".. Еще "слушал" У.Эр.Асквад, но они быстро надоели ))))

Вот интересно, можно ли проиграть красиво? И если можно, то как?

Ну вот.. застолбил себе местечно на этом сайте под моим ником, пока его ни кто не занял..
Будем знакомиться :) Меня зовут Сергей, родился в Москве в 1982 году в семье инженера-лазерщика и учительницы =) Потом я стал расти, взрослеть и в результате стал тем, кем являюсь сейчас :)