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

$#&@ed up in the head mutha$#&@a (this ^!$$% sick)
You know what I'm sayin?
One of the mutha$#&@as you see in the

news everyday, for doin' all types of crazy %#@!




Sometimes, I think the lord is testin me
But I'm a TRU ^!$$%

I can't let none of these ^!$$%z
and (*##$es get the best of me






Mutha$#&@as just don't understand the %#@! that I be goin' through
I wanna kill myself, but I know, I gots to stay TRU
Be gettin' my $#&@in' hustle on, and stack my $#&@in' dividends

Cuz if I ain't got no money and I'm broke, $#&@ 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 $#&@ 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 %#@!, (ain't gon' change)

Call V, say he got weed, but $#&@, 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







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 $#&@ed situation, but I'm not a born killa
But I've seen some %#@! in my time, that escaped a grown ^!$$%

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 $#&@in' soldier
It just don't seem right, it just don't seem right

The %#@! a ^!$$% go through, makin' me wanna scream like Mike
It stresses me, its only after this
I wants to know, if its a in if I kill a ^!$$%, 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 $#&@in' family

It's suvival of the fittest, you be my witness
I don't give a $#&@ about the money
Cuz I can't take none of that %#@! with me

If its a test, then let me know
But if its my time to go then let me go. Amen







My record went gold, my family started money trippin
I could look into the eyes of a ^!$$% that wants to catch me slippin'
Somebody hollered "Don't go out like Tupac!"
That be the same ^!$$% tryin' to fill me up, with buckshots

The game get dirty that's why I'm blastin'
Its plenty ^!$$%s out there wanna see the P, in a casket
That's why they spread rumors, lies, I died
^!$$%s don't wanna see another ^!$$% get a piece, fo the $#&@in' pie
My friends trippin' cuz I got ends

^!$$%s don't wanna see a black ^!$$% rolin', in a $#&@in' Benz
My old lady say I'm stuck up
I got to sleep with one eye open, this whole world is $#&@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 ^!$$%s gon' visit me in the pen
But if I die it be a million ^!$$%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 ^!$$% I used to know that didn't make it
think I owe 'em somethin'
Every ^!$$% I know in the ghetto, huh
ask me to front 'em somethin'
My own company, ^!$$%s, want me to sign them up

They don't think I could work for this %#@!
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 $#&@, 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 $#&@in' mind messin' with me