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Tru (C-Murder, Silkk, Master P)

The Lord Is Testin` Me

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I think the lord is testin` me Whatzup y`all, hello world, this C-Murder I`m bout to put you in the mind of a crazy fucked up in the head muthafucka (this nigga sick) You know what I`m sayin? One of the muthafuckas you see in the news everyday, for doin` all types of crazy shit Chorus: Master P Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me But I`m a TRU nigga I can`t let none of these niggaz and bitches get the best of me (repeat 4X) [C-Murder] Muthafuckas just don`t understand the shit that I be goin` through I wanna kill myself, but I know, I gots to stay TRU Be gettin` my fuckin` hustle on, and stack my fuckin` dividends Cuz if I ain`t got no money and I`m broke, fuck friends I feel like, I`m paralyzed cuz my own baby, won`t hug me My momma, won`t let me in the house cuz she talkin` bout she scared of me The only reason I sell drugs is survive The only reason I kill, is to stay alive I`m constantly watchin` my back cuz playa haters act like hoes But they don`t wanna fuck with me cuz i turn bustas into John Does I`m not a role model so keep your kids up out my face Talkin` bout, I`m sellin` drugs ain`t doin` nothin but killin`, my own race Police can`t catch me, betta kill me, ain`t gon` let `em arrest me They don`t, understand I draw my nine faster than Jesse I`ve been know to have a temper, and I click quick, like this Befo` I was crazy, but now I`m strapped and I`m sick 187 killin` murder`s a hobby Thank God, this be the charge, six counts armed robbery Back in the free world same shit, (ain`t gon` change) Call V, say he got weed, but fuck, I need clothes man Damn, shoud I get that ski mask G? Should I rob him, try to get a job? Damn, the man`s testin` me Chorus x2 [Silkk] I keep visualizin` jail cells, and closed caskets Put a credit to the grave he blastin fill my coffin laughin`, chewin tobaco I`m just a gangsta livin` day to day, tryna survive Try to stay high to realize why my homies out there die Now why you keep on testin` me, sendin` these cops to arrest me Put me in bad situations, but I won`t let life, get the best of me I was born in a fucked situation, but I`m not a born killa But I`ve seen some shit in my time, that escaped a grown nigga Wonder if, its a test, see how much I could hold up on my shoulder T-R-U `cross my stomach, on my back, a fuckin` soldier It just don`t seem right, it just don`t seem right The shit a nigga go through, makin` me wanna scream like Mike It stresses me, its only after this I wants to know, if its a in if I kill a nigga, over self-defense Most of my people don`t like me And a lot of `em can`t stand me But I wonder if its a sin if I kill and rob to feed my fuckin` family It`s suvival of the fittest, you be my witness I don`t give a fuck about the money Cuz I can`t take none of that shit with me If its a test, then let me know But if its my time to go then let me go. Amen Chorus x2 [Master P] My record went gold, my family started money trippin I could look into the eyes of a nigga that wants to catch me slippin` Somebody hollered "Don`t go out like Tupac!" That be the same nigga tryin` to fill me up, with buckshots The game get dirty that`s why I`m blastin` Its plenty niggas out there wanna see the P, in a casket That`s why they spread rumors, lies, I died Niggas don`t wanna see another nigga get a piece, fo the fuckin` pie My friends trippin` cuz I got ends Niggas don`t wanna see a black nigga rolin`, in a fuckin` Benz My old lady say I`m stuck up I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is fucked up Got me poppin` dono Ask Bo but he don`t know what P know about the ghetto You ain`t got no dollars, you got no friends If I go to jail how many y`all niggas gon` visit me in the pen But if I die it be a million niggas at my funeral They wanna see me knocked out like Tyson, did Bruno If I wear red or a blue, then I`m a gang banga If I make gangsta rhymes, huh, then I`m a dope slanga Every nigga I used to know that didn`t make it think I owe `em somethin` Every nigga I know in the ghetto, huh ask me to front `em somethin` My own company, niggas, want me to sign them up They don`t think I could work for this shit and how hard it take to come up They too busy, throwin` tesses (tests) Got me strapped with pistols wearin` bullet proof vesses (vests) Every hoe I fuck, hope the rubber pop The media spread rumors I smoke too much weed, I guess they wanna see me smokin` rocks. Heh, I think the Lord is testin` me Either this a bad dream or my fuckin` mind messin` with me

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