Only God Can Judge Me (ft. Rappin' 4-Tay) feat. Rappin' 4-Tay

  • 1996.03.25
  • 4:56


Only God can judge me, that right? (Only God can judge me now) nobody else nobody else All you other motherfuckers get out my business, really (Only God can judge me now) Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch of dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus I 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? 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 Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me now Flatline! 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's evil in my IV Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killing me I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies 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 walking through the cemetery talking 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 Mister police: please try to see that there's A million motherfuckers stressing just like me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me now 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 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 niggas, "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 2Pac 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 drunk and buzzed Been living lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay Only God can judge me

2Pac featuring Rappin' 4-Tay