The Lord is Testin Me

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