Текст (слова) песни: Tru - The Lord is Testin Me

I think the lord is testin me

Whatzup yall, hello world, this c-murder

Im bout to put you in the mind of a crazy

Fucked up in the head muthafucka (this nigga sick)

You know what Im 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 Im a tru nigga

I cant let none of these niggaz

And bitches get the best of me

(repeat 4x)

[c-murder]

Muthafuckas just dont 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 aint got no money and Im broke, fuck friends

I feel like, Im paralyzed cuz my own baby, wont hug me

My momma, wont 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

Im constantly watchin my back cuz playa haters act like hoes

But they dont wanna fuck with me cuz I turn bustas into john does

Im not a role model so keep your kids up out my face

Talkin bout, Im sellin drugs aint doin nothin

But killin, my own race

Police cant catch me, betta kill me, aint gon let em arrest me

They dont, understand I draw my nine faster than jesse

Ive been know to have a temper, and I click quick, like this

Befo I was crazy, but now Im strapped and Im sick

187 killin murders a hobby

Thank god, this be the charge, six counts armed robbery

Back in the free world same shit, (aint 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 mans 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

Im 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 wont let life, get the best of me

I was born in a fucked situation, but Im not a born killa

But Ive 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 dont seem right, it just dont 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 dont like me

And a lot of em cant stand me

But I wonder if its a sin if I kill and rob to feed my fuckin family

Its suvival of the fittest, you be my witness

I dont give a fuck about the money

Cuz I cant 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 "dont go out like tupac!"

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

The game get dirty thats why Im blastin

Its plenty niggas out there wanna see the p, in a casket

Thats why they spread rumors, lies, I died

Niggas dont wanna see another nigga get a piece, fo the fuckin pie

My friends trippin cuz I got ends

Niggas dont wanna see a black nigga rolin, in a fuckin benz

My old lady say Im stuck up

I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is fucked up

Got me poppin dono

Ask bo but he dont know what p know about the ghetto

You aint got no dollars, you got no friends

If I go to jail how many yall 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 Im a gang banga

If I make gangsta rhymes, huh, then Im a dope slanga

Every nigga I used to know that didnt 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 dont 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

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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 Im a tru nigga I cant let none of these niggaz And bitches get the best of me (repeat 4x) [c-murder] Muthafuckas just dont 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 aint got no money and Im broke, fuck friends I feel like, Im paralyzed cuz my own baby, wont hug me My momma, wont 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 Im constantly watchin my back cuz playa haters act like hoes But they dont wanna fuck with me cuz I turn bustas into john does Im not a role model so keep your kids up out my face Talkin bout, Im sellin drugs aint doin nothin But killin, my own race Police cant catch me, betta kill me, aint gon let em arrest me They dont, understand I draw my nine faster than jesse Ive been know to have a temper, and I click quick, like this Befo I was crazy, but now Im strapped and Im sick 187 killin murders a hobby Thank god, this be the charge, six counts armed robbery Back in the free world same shit, (aint 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 mans 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 Im 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 wont let life, get the best of me I was born in a fucked situation, but Im not a born killa But Ive 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 dont seem right, it just dont 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 dont like me And a lot of em cant stand me But I wonder if its a sin if I kill and rob to feed my fuckin family Its suvival of the fittest, you be my witness I dont give a fuck about the money Cuz I cant 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 "dont go out like tupac!" That be the same nigga tryin to fill me up, with buckshots The game get dirty thats why Im blastin Its plenty niggas out there wanna see the p, in a casket Thats why they spread rumors, lies, I died Niggas dont wanna see another nigga get a piece, fo the fuckin pie My friends trippin cuz I got ends Niggas dont wanna see a black nigga rolin, in a fuckin benz My old lady say Im stuck up I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is fucked up Got me poppin dono Ask bo but he dont know what p know about the ghetto You aint got no dollars, you got no friends If I go to jail how many yall 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 Im a gang banga If I make gangsta rhymes, huh, then Im a dope slanga Every nigga I used to know that didnt 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 dont 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 Нравится песня? 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