The Lord Is Testin Me

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 ****** up in the head mutha********a (this ******** sick)

You know what

I'm sayin?

One of the mutha********as you see in the news everyday, for doin' all types of crazy ********t

Chorus: Master

P Sometimes,

I think the lord is testin me

But I'm a

TRU ********

I can't let none of these ********z and ******** get the best of me (repeat 4X) [C-Murder]

Mutha********as just don't understand the ********t that

I be goin' through

I wanna kill myself, but

I know, I gots to stay

TRU Be gettin' my ********' hustle on, and stack my ********' dividends

Cuz if I ain't got no money and

I'm broke, ******** 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 ******** 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 ********t, (ain't gon' change)

Call V, say he got ********, but ********,

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 ****** situation, but

I'm not a born killa

But I've seen some ********t in my time, that escaped a grown ********

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 ********' soldier

It just don't seem right, it just don't seem right

The ********t a ******** 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 ********, 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 ********' family

It's suvival of the fittest, you be my witness

I don't give a ******** about the money

Cuz I can't take none of that ********t 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 ******** that wants to catch me slippin'

Somebody hollered "Don't go out like Tupac!"

That be the same ******** tryin' to fill me up, with buckshots

The game get dirty that's why

I'm blastin'

Its plenty ********s out there wanna see the

P, in a casket

That's why they spread rumors, lies,

I died ********s don't wanna see another ******** get a piece, fo the ********' pie

My friends trippin' cuz

I got ends

********s don't wanna see a black ******** rolin', in a ********'

Benz My old lady say

I'm stuck up

I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is ****** 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 ********s gon' visit me in the pen

But if I die it be a million ********s 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 **** slanga

Every ********

I used to know that didn't make it think

I owe 'em somethin'

Every ********

I know in the ghetto, huh ask me to front 'em somethin'

My own company, ********s, want me to sign them up

They don't think

I could work for this ********t 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 ********, hope the rubber pop

The media spread rumors

I smoke too much ********,

I guess they wanna see me smokin' rocks.

Heh, I think the

Lord is testin' me

Either this a bad dream or my ********' mind messin' with me