Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only God Can Judge Me, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Only God Can Judge Me |
Only God can judge me, is that right? |
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 |
Only God can judge me That’s right baby, yeah baby |
Only God |
Hahahahahahahaha |
Only God can judge me, only God can judge |
me, only God |
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me And only God can |
Only God can judge me, only God |
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God |
Only God can judge me Only God can judge me now |
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 |
Only God main |
That right? |
That’s real |
Hahahahahaha |
Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI’msayin? |
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 |