The Lord Is Testin` Me

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