"Only God Can Judge Me" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Harold A. Fretty, Douglas B. Rasheed and Anthony Forte....
Only God Can Judge Me
(Is that right)
Nobody else, Nobody else
All you other muthafuckas
Get out of my business

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, what's 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)

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
'cause 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
'Cause 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?
'Cause even thugs cry
but do the Lord care?
Tryin' to remember
But it hurts
I'm walking through the cemetery
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
'Cause 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

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

Pac I feel yah
Keep servin' it on the real ya
For instance, sayin'
Playa hatin' marks want to 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

Guess you figure you know me
'Cause 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

Only God Can Judge Me


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"Only God Can Judge Me" as written by Douglas B. Rasheed Anthony Forte

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  • +1
    General Comment"I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats"

    is really

    "dirty facts" not rats...
    ThoughtCriminalon June 11, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI guess this song is about being in the eyes of the media and being criticized.
    1stGospelon April 26, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours."

    heaven sounds bad for the african american community.
    Eskimo Explosionon July 14, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIts hard 4 a real thug on the streets 2 imagine heaven,So pac was a genius when he thought of a gehto heaven,(where thugs get in free but u gotta be a G).I can imagine a gehto heaven ,were the thugs unite without the guns,cussing and liquer..RIP PAC ...
    mademen7L7L7on October 08, 2006   Link
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    General Commentpacaveli, Fuck learn how to spell
    MillionDollarBabyon October 26, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti feel this, but ultimately everyone judges

    but you should judge on peoples actions.. not their words
    JamzXIVon August 04, 2011   Link
  • -1
    General CommentWOW!! dis is so weird! ok. on msn, my name is "if it dont kill ya, it make ya strongah" and i've had it for about a month or more now, with pacs pic. and i juss read the lyrics to dis song and pac says "That which does not kill me can only make me stronger"!!!!! aint dat so damn weird? i never even heard dis song until today! im amazed! i meen, iss da same thing only in slitely different wording!!!! im still in shock! i no i probably sound like a dork but i juss cant help it!!!! WOW, WOW, WOW!!!!!!!!
    pacavelion January 22, 2005   Link

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