Chords for 2pac - Breathin'

[Ab] Brother, when you don't respect me, [Bb] now when you [E] don't respect me, smack your ass.
I don't give [Gb] a fuck how much you got.
[Abm] One block, I'm your big [Bb] brother.
I will break [B] your big ass [E] down.
[Gb] _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ [Bb] _ [B] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
[Abm] _ _ [Bb] _ [B] _ [Dbm] _ [Gb] _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ [Bb] _ [B] _ [E] _ _ [Gb] _ [Abm] _
_ [Bb] My automatic [B] pounds, that's [E] why they sleeping.
[Gb] Now I'm the last motherfucker [Abm] free.
Woke up with 50 [B] enemies, blotting my deck.
[E] All 50 seeing [Gb] visions of me shot [B] in the chest.
[Abm] Couldn't rest, none, the [Bb] guy was stressed [B] at me.
Creeping [E] round [Bm] corners, almost [Gb] sleeping in my vest.
Shit, [Ab] I'm like a hostage on the double [Bb] block.
[E] Crawl the cops, I love niggas screaming [Gb] Westside.
[Abm] Bustin' double blocks, hittin' corners in my Chevy [Bb] Suburban.
[B] Nigga got me [Dbm] driving up [Gb] on the curb, hand on the steering wheel.
Swerving, [Ab] bless me father, I'm a sinner.
[F] I'm living in hell, [B] just let me live on the street.
Cause ain't no peace for me and Ted, getting worldwide exposure.
What about your niggas that don't give a fuck, [Gb] riding as my soldiers?
[Abm] I'll just release them on the [Bb] warpath, not [B] your average [E] general.
Westside outlaw, [Gb] bad boy killer.
[Abm] Complete my mission, [Bb] my [B] competition, no wrong [E] or beat me.
I murdered all [Gb] the russes, now I'm the [Ab] last motherfucker free.
[Bb] My buster free, [E] enemies can be easy.
[Gb] He the last motherfucker [Ab] free.
Bustin' [Bb] my automatic [B] crown, snatch [E] them while they [Gb] sleepin'.
Now I'm the last motherfucker free.
[Abm] Make sure I hold my [Bb] position, stand [B] firm in the [E] dirt.
Where all my soldiers [Ebm] gone, we burning the earth.
[Abm] Outlaws worldwide, [Db] we [B] pack the block.
[Dbm] Shootin' rocks after [Ebm] kiddos, but back for pop.
[Abm] Ask [Eb] Doc, he'll tell you that it's [E] hell down here.
Zell down [Ab] here, too many [Ebm] Zells down [Ab] here.
Why you act like you don't [Bb] hear me?
[E] Young local outlaws, do these [Ebm] motherfuckers kill me?
[Abm] I really was [Bb] raised, fuck this life.
[B] My role's my [E] right, holdin' on to [Gb] tight.
Grit with death on my sight, and [Abm] the dark is my [Eb] light.
I'm Senegal, [B] sleepwalkin' is [E] the truth.
Walk around [Gb] town with a path, feelin' [Abm] pitiful.
Came in all the way from my own [Bb] day, dead [B] away with his [E] warplane.
Fuck you and Zell, [Gb] say, bout [Ebm] to die for my [Abm] AK with his bag ass.
[B] Niggas see through glass ass, [E] think I only brought my dick.
[Gb] And instead of my mash ass, [Ab] niggas read that.
[Bb] My buster free, [G] enemies [E] can be easy.
To [Gb] be the last [Abm] motherfuckin' breed.
Buster, [Bb] my automatic [B] rounds catch [E] me while he's sleepin'.
[Gb] Now I'm the last [Abm] motherfuckin' bro.
I walk [B] around with a knife in my back.
[E] Talk about a bad day, [Gb] I live a life like that.
[Abm] It's a bill, and I'm [Bb] losin' my hair.
[B] Blast a [E] hooligan, catch me, I'm [Gb] fallin' out flat.
Yo, I'm [Abm] growin' in, breathin' in [Bb] sewage, say, no [E] one give a fuck about me.
I learned to like [Gb] it like that, when I was [Abm] stealin' mami.
The style of [Eb] CD that the [E] devil run from.
In the [Gb] belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from.
[Abm] The shit I'm [Eb] breathin', told you, waste it.
They want [B] me to face [E] this.
Just lost two of my [Gb] coaches, and they want a Yaka Tate.
[Abm] But I'm like [Eb] a belly train, simple [Dbm] and plain.
We number one, [Gb] motherfuckin' bout to do it again.
[Abm] Shit, [Ebm] Pac still doin' it, you [B] hoes can't do [E] it.
Two million every time [Gb] he drop, I know [Ebm] you fuckers [Abm] losin' it.
We movin' in, throw [Bb] the kill, throw [B] a mill.
Hold [Dbm] him still, hold the wheel, I'm bout [Gb] to kill this motherfucker.
Something make him feel, [N] make him real.
We the raw and the cut, style [E] fightin' thug [Ab] line niggas.
Give it up, [Eb] we hit him up.
We hit him [Db] up, we hit him [B] up.
And we screw the rim, and we still.
Be the last, [Abm] motherfuckin' breathe.
Stress [Bb] for Busta3, [B] enemies [E] give me reason.
[Gb] To be the last, [Abm] motherfuckin' breathe.
Bustin' [Bb] my automatic [B] rounds, catch [E] them while they sleepin'.
[Gb] Now I'm the last, [Abm] motherfuckin' breathe.
Stress [Bb] for Busta3, [B] enemies [E] give me reason.
[Gb] To be the last, [Abm] motherfuckin' breathe.
Bustin' [Bb] my automatic [B] rounds, catch [E] them while they sleepin'.
[Gb] Now I'm the last, [Abm] motherfuckin' breathe.
_ [Bb] _ [B] _ [E] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [Bb] _ [B] _ [Dbm] _ _ [Gb] _ _