The Lord Is Testin Me Lyrics
| Song | The Lord Is Testin Me |
| Artist | Tru |
| Album | Tru 2 Da Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C Murder, Master P, Shocker | |
| 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 (repeat 4X) [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 |
| zuo ci : C Murder, Master P, Shocker | |
| I think the lord is testin' me | |
| Whatzup y' all, hello world, this | |
| CMurder 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 repeat 4X CMurder | |
| 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 | |
| TRU ' 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 selfdefense | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : C Murder, Master P, Shocker | |
| I think the lord is testin' me | |
| Whatzup y' all, hello world, this | |
| CMurder 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 repeat 4X CMurder | |
| 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 | |
| TRU ' 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 selfdefense | |
| 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 |
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