(feat. C-Murder, Silkk, Master P)



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 

[x4]



[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