Tru The Lord Is Testin Me Lyrics

Artist: Tru
Album: Tru 2 Da Game
Year: 1997
t__le: The Lord Is Testin Me Print
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(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
f___ed up in the head m____fucka (this n____ sick)
You know what I'm sayin?
One of the m____fuckas you see in the
news everyday, for doin' all types of crazy s___

[Chorus: Master P]

Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU n____
I can't let none of these n____z
and b____es get the best of me
[x4]

[C-Murder]

m____fuckas just don't understand the s___ that I be goin' through
I wanna kill myself, but I know, I gots to stay TRU
Be gettin' my f___in' hustle on, and stack my f___in' dividends
Cuz if I ain't got no money and I'm broke, f___ 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 f___ 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 s___, (ain't gon' change)
Call V, say he got weed, but f___, I need clothes man
d___, shoud I get that ski mask G?
Should I rob him, try to get a job?
d___, 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 f___ed situation, but I'm not a born killa
But I've seen some s___ in my time, that escaped a grown n____
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 f___in' soldier
It just don't seem right, it just don't seem right
The s___ a n____ 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 n____, 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 f___in' family
It's suvival of the fittest, you be my witness
I don't give a f___ about the money
Cuz I can't take none of that s___ 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 n____ that wants to catch me slippin'
Somebody hollered "Don't go out like Tupac!"
That be the same n____ tryin' to fill me up, with buckshots
The game get dirty that's why I'm blastin'
Its plenty n____s out there wanna see the P, in a casket
That's why they spread rumors, lies, I died
n____s don't wanna see another n____ get a piece, fo the f___in' pie
My friends trippin' cuz I got ends
n____s don't wanna see a black n____ rolin', in a f___in' Benz
My old lady say I'm stuck up
I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is f___ed 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 n____s gon' visit me in the pen
But if I die it be a million n____s 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 n____ I used to know that didn't make it
think I owe 'em somethin'
Every n____ I know in the ghetto, huh
ask me to front 'em somethin'
My own company, n____s, want me to sign them up
They don't think I could work for this s___
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 f___, 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 f___in' mind messin' with me