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
at times. Blinded by my passion and fury. Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin my jewelry. You'd stay silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective. The shit you heard
you down in a minute You can alter your look And diversify your image But the truth seems like A fist mark in your face Solo When you look at
'll take you down in a minute You can alter your look And diversify your rage But the truth seems like a fist mark in your face When you look at me,
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
hap, since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein heard G
raised just might die in a hospital bed fightin for his life I'm prayin, standin over you Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin
Rose:] You Fucking Crazy, You Fucking Crazy (I heard that) You Fucking Crazy, You Fucking Crazy (I heard that) You Fucking Crazy, You Fucking Crazy (I heard
need hella doctors, when the glok go... [Chingy] Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick 20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over
the hap since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein' heard
the calm. Hope you can take the heat like Lebron, Ahhhh, I'm the best now, Anybody with some money should invest now. Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall. Your game over
is it worth hearin' a million people problems And followed by Secret Service I guess attempts at my life with loaded barrels So move over Colin Powell
no shorts Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch and hit you with levels beyond your control My momma never
takin' no shorts Smokin' on the newports your ghetto resource And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch And hit you with levels beyond your control My
for this black guy And that's the last I ever seen or heard Or spoke to the oh foolish pride girl But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it
that she raised just might Die in a hospital bed fightin' for his life I'm prayin', standin' over you Lookin' at you hooked up to a machine, holdin' your
you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average girl Curls in my head, and yeah I think I look good Should I be the one, to break the
's dinner time, we hearing grace from your mother I pull a forty out and pour some for your little brother I'm steady staring at your sister, I'll tell
