Don’t Test Me C-Murder (Ft. A.L. (All Lyrics) & Big Be)

[Intro]
Murda, true, blow, yeah, you hear me?

[Hook]
Trying to rob me, dog, I'ma knock you off
Let that pistol cough, don't test me, foe
I'm a real one dog, a drug dealer, uh
Don't make me steal a cup, just let me peel this [?]

Trying to rob me, dog, I'ma knock you off
Let that pistol cough, don't test me, foe
I'm a real one dog, a drug dealer, uh
Don't make me steal a cup, just let me deal this drug

[Verse 1]
I say y'all motherfuckers ain't ready
I'm riding with them 25 bricks in my Chevy
I tell my nigga "meet me in the east by the levy"
It's heavy, a duffel bag full of get ready
I'm deadly, bust a head, now send me to my celly
I'm in the belly, sometimes I feel like I'm Makaveli
I'm crucified, boy, bleed from my belly
I'm high, homie, put some fee in for that smelly
My only words to the sky is "Lord, let me die"
If I'm survive, I'm gon' ride, can't no nigga slide
Can't no nigga hide, boy I'm crazy, they gon' pay for mine
Waistline, tech nine, I hit waist and spine, boy
Money I'ma make mine, a broke nigga is a coward and I takes mine
They say I'm a product of my project
It's [?], tell a nigga push my top back
But I don't there, your bullets might bounce back
I'm bulletproof, boy, don't die for a ounce of crack
But I don't there, your bullets might bounce back
I'm bulletproof, boy, don't die for a ounce of crack