Only God Can Judge Me (Letra)

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Intro: 2Pac

Only God can judge me, is that right?
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now
Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else
All you other motherfuckers get out my business

Verse One: 2Pac

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn’t trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can’t see
And in my mind I’ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody’s dyin tell me what’s the use of tryin
I’ve been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I’m cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it’s the white man I should fear
But, it’s my own kind doin all the killin here
I can’t lie, ain’t no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I’m livin for
Everybody’s droppin got me knockin on heaven’s door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don’t get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

Chorus: 2Pac

[synth voice] Only God can judge me
That’s right baby, yeah baby
[synth voice] Only God
Hahahahahahahaha
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge
[synth cont.] me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
And only God can
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

*heart monitor: long beep*
Flatline!

Verse Two: 2Pac

I hear the doctor standing over me *heart monitor: beeping slowly*
screamin I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked
Still I, can’t breathe, somethings evil in my IV
Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me *beeping sound stops*
I’m having nightmares, homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets
I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn’t miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember, but it hurts
I’m walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt
I’d rather die like a man, than live like a coward
There’s a ghetto up in Heaven and it’s ours, Black Power
is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate, is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation each and every black male’s trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped
Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it’s
a million motherfuckers stressin just like me
Only God can judge me

Chorus w/ variations

Interlude: 2Pac

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
(That’s for real)
and I don’t see why everybody feel as though
that they gotta tell me how to live my life
(You know?)
Let me live baby, let me live

Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala
For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?
He gon’ get me first, if I don’t get him fool start prayin
Ain’t no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we’re goin wearin a cross, that’s real
Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him
After talkin behind my back like a bitch would
Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face that’ll rush up in your place
to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce
Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that’s when I’ll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That’s why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies
Don’t think I don’t see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I’m a Thug
That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz
Been livin lavish like a player all day
Now I’m bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me

Chorus w/ variations

[4Tay] Only God main
[2Pac] That right?
[4Tay] That’s real
[2Pac] Hahahahahaha
[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI’msayin?
[2Pac] Man, look here man
My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
That’s for the homey mental
We up out

Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade

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Only God Can Judge Me (Letra)

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[tupac talking]

Only god can judge me
(is that right)
Nobody else, nobody else
All you other muthafuckas
Get out of my business

(tupac)

Perhaps, i was blind to tha facts
Stabbed in tha back
I couldn’t trust my own homies
Just a bunch a dirty rats
Will i, succeed
Paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus
But i can’t see
And in my mind
I’m a, blind man doin’ time
Look to my future
Cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime
To fight for what is mine
Everybodies dyin’
Tell me, whats the use of tryin’
I’ve been trapped since birth
Cautious, cause i’m cursed
And fantansies of my family
In a hearse
And they say
It’s the white man
I should fear
But, it’s my own kind
Doin’ all the killin’ here
I can’t lie
Ain’t no love, for the other side
Jealousy inside
Make ‘em wish i died
Oh my lord
Tell me what i’m livin’ for
Everybodies droppin’
Got me knockin’ on heaven’s door
And all my memories
Is seeing brothas bleed
And everybody grieves
But still nobody sees
Regulate your thoughts
Don’t get caught up in tha mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only god can judge me….

Chorus
Only god can judge me(repeated several times)

(tupac)

I hear the doctor standing over me
Screaming i can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still i can’t breathe
Something evil’s in my i-v
Cuz everytime i breathe
I think they’re killing me
I’m having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin’
Danglin’
From my bed sheets
I call the nurse
Cuz it hurts
To reminisce
How could it come to this ?
I wish they dind’t miss
Somebody help me
Tell me where to go from here ?
Cuz even thugs cry
But do the lord care ?
Tryin’ to remember
But it hurts
I’m walking through the cemetary
Talkin’ to the dirt
I’d rather die like a man
Than live like a coward
There’s a ghetto up in heaven
And its ours
Black power
Is what we scream
As we dream
In a paranoid state
And our fate
Is a lifetime of hate
Dear mama, can you save me
And fuck peace
Cuz the streets got our babies
We got to eat
No more hesitation
Each and every black males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
Walkin’ around strapped
It’s the police
Please try to see to this
There’s a million mutha-fuckas
Stressing just like me
Only god can judge me…..

Chorus
Only god can judge me(repeated several times)

Powers that judge can not kill me
But only make me stronger
I don’t see why everybody gotta feel
As thou that they gotta tell me how to live my life,
Let me live baby
Let me live

(rappin 4-tay)

Pac i feel yah
Keep servin’ it on the real ya
For instance, sayin’
Playa hatin’ marks wanna kill yah
Would you be wrong
For bucking a nigga into the pavement
He gonna get me first
If i don’t get him
If you better start praying
Ain’t no such thing
As, self defence
In the court of law
So judges when we get to where were gonna
We’re in the cross
That’s real
Gotti, lurk thee
Creep tha fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
Now talkin’ behind my back
Like, a bitch would
Tellin’ them niggas, "you can fade us"
Punk, i wish you would
It be the same mutha-fuckas in your face
Gotta rush up in your place
To get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
Grass, glass
Big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fine
I already sold a key of ounce
Bitch
Remember tupac and 4-tay
The same two brothas dodgin’ bullets
And represtin’ the bay
Pac when you was locked down
That’s when i’ll be around
Start climbing up the charts
So sick but they try to clown
That’s why they ride the band-wagon
Still we draggin’ sellin’ live
Don’t think i don’t see you playa haters
I know you all wear disguises

(tupac)

Guess you figure you know me
Cuz i’m a thug
That love to hit the late night club
Drinkin’ buzz
Living lavish like a playa all day
I’m ‘bout to floss ‘em off
Playa stick with 4-tay

Chorus
Only god can judge me

Only God Can Judge Me (Letra)

Master P

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[Master P]
My military mind.. makes me a soldier
And I’m the last one left (last one left)
Ain’t nuttin wrong wit change {I’m back nigga!}
(Ain’t nuttin wrong wit change)
Ain’t nuttin wrong wit makin moves
{I ain’t hard to find, ya HEARD ME?}
You brought me from the dust to death (from dust to death)
So forget anybody, that don’t believe in
(forget anybody that don’t believe) {Fuck my adversaries!}
The words (the words) that you laid upon me (that you laid upon me)
And to my enemies (and to my enemies) and the media (the media)
the feds (and the feds) the IRS (and the IRS) fuck all y’all
{FUCK ALL Y’ALL!} This No Limit shit (this No Limit shit)
Dis TRU Master P shit (dis TRU Master P shit!)
is tatted in my soul (is tatted in my soul)
is placed in my heart (is placed in my heart)
and only you know the way (and only you know the way)
of the righteous man (of the righteous man)
And only you know how righteous we really are
(And only you know how righteous we really are)
Because of you {It’s No Limit for life} we should eat
and the world should be satisfied we ain’t hustlin no mo’
We ain’t huntin no mo’ (we ain’t huntin no mo’)
I’m a 3rd Ward nigga for life
(I’m a 3rd War nigga for life, ya heard me?!)
I only returned to this rap game {REPRESENT!}
to just (to just) on the evil disciples
(on the evil disciples)
They got lucky in this rap game
(They got lucky in this rap game)
Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom
(Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom)
Be not far from me
for the trouble is near (the trouble is near)
The roaring lions has surrounded me {IT DON’T MATTER}
Turned my friends into enemies (turned my friends into enemy)
My family members into.. money hungry snakes
but the bull in me will never give up (THE BULL IN ME)
Even though the intents of evil is against me
(Even though the intents of evil is against me)
But uhh, the Lord is my Shepherd (the Lord is my Shepherd)
and I shall not want (and I shall not want)
{We got the eyes on y’all}
All my ghetto thug and thugettes
(All my ghetto THUG and THUGETTES)
Follow me (ride with me) {we watchin y’all}
I come to teach not to preach (I come to teach.. not to preach)
A good soldier prepare for war in the time of peace
and I make records for all y’all soldiers
From the North, South, West, to the East (unnnnngggggghhh)
Keep your eyes on the beast though (keep your eyes on the beast)
Ain’t no man could stop us (ain’t no man could stop us)
Ain’t no man could put no barriers in all my life
(And ain’t no haters can take us, ya heard me?!)
And only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
Only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
{Snakes they come in all shapes and sizes, ya heard me?}
R.I.P. Tupac (R.I.P. Tupac)
Biggie Smalls (Biggie Smalls)
Kevin Miller (my little brother Kevin Miller)
I made this album for the niggaz that love us
(for niggaz that love us)
and even for the niggaz that hate us
(Fuck the niggaz that hate us though!) {WE STILL ON TOP THOUGH!}
Cause without y’all (but without y’all)
I COULDN’T BE THE MOTHERFUCKIN MAN! (I COULDN’T BE!)
I COULDN’T BE WHERE I’M AT RIGHT NOW! (NUMBER ONE ON BILLBOARD!)
SO Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP HATIN, KEEP RIDIN
{LOOK WHERE I’M AT NIGGA, AND LOOK WHERE YOU AT}
(ALWAYS, TOP TEN)
and keep tryin (keep tryin)
You can’t stop No Limit motherfucker
(Can’t stop the motherfuckin TANK!!)
{Ghetto motherfuckin Bill Gates nigga}
It’s a whole world of us (a whole motherfuckin lot of us)
There’s millions of us
IT’S BILLIONS OF US NIGGAZ READY TO RIDE!
(Ready to ride nigga)
Ready for y’all niggaz that’s God at concerts
Talkin bout No Limit (oh yeah)
Talkin bout motherfuckers on records
(Nigga we got tabs on y’all)
Y’ALL REAL NIGGAZ NEED TO SLAP THE +PISS+
OUT SOME OF THESE OL’ BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
Cause only the real the gon’ survive..