[Intro]
[Verse 1: Van Gar V]
I live for these thug beats, they give me chills
Unplug the beats, I killed it
Will you listen? Hear the synth hissin'
It's synthetic, yours pathetic
So I only dish it on fire
I ain't fuckin' with you, your crew's open for hire
Hope you didn't just pullout the blue-wire
You can remove me from your system full-out but you can't pull-out your sister?
You're her husband, abortion's wrong
So's fucking your cousin's mister
You're all inbred so you're stuck fuckin' yourself
I just put weed in a Rizla and play a game of fuckin' twister
I'll pop you, pimple, like a blister
All over the mirror or all over the wall splattered
I'm Diablo. Shatter your cat on a coat hook like Pablo
Go catch a cab yo, I'll even pay the fare
Pay him more to split your wig of every fuckin' hair
Dare any of y'all to smoke more than me and give less of a damn
Van, listen to you everyday man
Grab the AUX, spark Cignifigant, bump it over and over
Red rover, I got somethin' to say
I belong next to the greatest in the rap hall of fame
Only Pac Can Judge Me
[Hook]
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
[Verse 2: Samworth]
Woah that was a phat line! Jumped start my heart up, tell Garvie to take a Hollywood of this shit next time
Just what I needed, I rap bout what you fienin'
Don't give a fuck bout lean all about st-stimulation
I'm about to blow these bars all up your faces
Running raps around the races, shit I meant laps around
Didn't think it'd matter, cause you rap like you nap around
You not from around here, last I heard you from outta town
Worth puts in the work, flexing in the herse
You ridin' in the back, bout to be buried in dirt
Before you say shit about P-A-C, know that I R-I-D-E til R-I-P
Who be in the hall next to Van-gar-v
It's Samworth man, and that be me
Simple ass rhymes be how I rap
Only Pac can judge me, so how bout that?
Pitcher of liqour? Well come picture this picture
I wrote half of this rap while I sat on the shitter
Don't tell me how to act just cause I know better
I know half of you cats is still in debted
To us, Thugz Mansion, start digging your holes
I, I mean us, will spark another bowl
We will live forever, and that's the truth to your dome
What's that sound? It's your soul being sold
[Hook]
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
[Verse 3: Van Gar V]
Pac I feel ya, I bump this shit forever
'There's a spot for us all' so I'ma send his ass to heaven
Sam, be at Thugz quarter-to-seven
Severin' heads tonight, I got a quarter for a session
Record sessions recorded in a shed or in a basement
I turnup the basement, meant turnup the bass
Dogs chase cats but this dog's out of chase, drink it straight
Big 8-ball, not lookin' so big when I do it all up
One line not a Hollywood, "golly that was good, I should do another" what I say each track and about each of your mothers
Thug brothers smothered in green
Reap in trees, you weep on your knees
Been G'z for centuries
Sentences leaving injuries
Ask the jury or the Judge Judy
Hurry, dig in like you finna get buried
In yo grave left worried
"How could this happen to me?"
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