Samworthofthugzmansion - Only Pac Can Judge Me lyrics

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Samworthofthugzmansion - Only Pac Can Judge Me lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Van Gar V] I live for these thug beats, they give me chills Unplug the beats, I k**ed it Will you listen? Hear the synth hissin' It's synthetic, yours pathetic So I only dish it on fire I ain't f**in' 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 f**ing your cousin's mister You're all inbred so you're stuck f**in' yourself I just put weed in a Rizla and play a game of f**in' 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 f**in' 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 sh** next time Just what I needed, I rap bout what you fienin' Don't give a f** bout lean all about st-stimulation I'm about to blow these bars all up your faces Running raps around the races, sh** 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 sh** 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 a** 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 sh**ter 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 sh** forever 'There's a spot for us all' so I'ma send his a** 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 ba** 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?"