Refren:

Stress, but busta free


Enemies give me reason, to be the last


mother$#&@er breathin

Bustin, my automatic rounds


Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last


mother$#&@er breathin

Tekst:


Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death


All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest

Couldn't rest, nah ^!$$% I was stressed


Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in


my vest

%#@!, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block,


call the cops


A thug ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z that don't give a !#@*,

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


mother$#&@er breathin