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