I have a confession to make
Stripped 'em naked Momma Rose
They made me take off my clothes
And show my bruises, open the door, I'm so embarrased oh
One hundred and fifty five pounds all around, they can't hold me down
I'm sellin' my sound to the ground
Now tell 'em around, I'm about to break down
It'll take armies, Harmony arm me and alarm me, saw me and I'm fallen
Callin' all God's children naughty, put it on my Lordy
And lil' Lay name called me
God's still sorry but it was strictly for Little Shorty
And beat up yo' Beamer and yo' motherf**kin' broad, don't call me b**h
Ghetto Ross and I don't hold scold to them whores if he calls
And I'm closin' the doors in a metamorphis' war for the Moor
Sprawled over the floor, Lord, you know we stressin' with the essence
Excellence destinded, armageddon
I'm a headin' and bobbin' right outta town, town town
Stressed, I'm busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last m**r breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last m**r breathin'
Stressed, I'm busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last m**r breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last m**r breathin'
2pac
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, naw n**a I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest
S**t, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block
Call the cops, a thug n**a 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'm a sinner, I'm livin' in hell
Just let me live on the streets
Cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin' worldwide exposure
With a bunch of n**s that don't give a f**k, ridin' as my soldiers
I'm just a missle 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 m**r breathin'
Stressed, I'm busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last m**r breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last m**r breathin'
Stressed, I'm busta free, enemies give me reason
To be the last m**r breathin'
Bust, my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last m**r breathin'
