TRU, Silkk the Shocker, C-Murder, Master P - The Lord Is Testin' Me lyrics

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

Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU nigga
I can't let none of these niggas
And bitches get the best of me

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

Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU nigga
I can't let none of these niggas
And bitches get the best of me

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, it's 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, it's only after this
I wants to know, if it's 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 it's 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 it's a test, then let me know
But if it's my time to go then let me go amen

Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU nigga
I can't let none of these niggas
And bitches get the best of me

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