[Verse 1: C-Murder]
Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me
Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G
I know I'm sinning when I'm sell crack
But to a young nigga like me, a G ain't no turning back
Trying to settle down is hopeless
With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it
A chance is something that I never had
I'm standing on this corner, I got my rocks up in a skittles bag
Can't make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because I'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a trap
I'm not 2Pac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raised like a criminal and born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a grave, a closed clasket
Reminizing about my murder friends
But I'm proud of selling drugs, supplying my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a rock star
Tired of swallowing dope everytime I see a cop car
Can't leave this spot 'til all my fuckin' crack gone
Six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home
Cause I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that shit, I'm gon' have to get my damn gun
Cause I can't take no chances
Either me or you going to die, I guess that will be your last dance
Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me
Don't want to go to jail, I'm tired of getting arrested G
I know I'm sinning when I'm sell crack
But to a young nigga like me, a G ain't no turning back
Trying to settle down is hopeless
With a nagging old lady and a baby I can't cope with it
A chance is something that I never had
I'm standing on this corner, I got my rocks up in a skittles bag
Can't make a move without my boy
I wear a bulletproof vest and watch my back because I'm paranoid
You know the ghetto is a trap
I'm not 2Pac but these jealous niggas got me strapped
Raised like a criminal and born a bastard
Visions of a jail or a grave, a closed clasket
Reminizing about my murder friends
But I'm proud of selling drugs, supplying my family with these dividends
My nose bad nigga like a rock star
Tired of swallowing dope everytime I see a cop car
Can't leave this spot 'til all my fuckin' crack gone
Six rocks never asked the Lord to let me make it home
Cause I'm a nigga on the run
If you talk that shit, I'm gon' have to get my damn gun
Cause I can't take no chances
Either me or you going to die, I guess that will be your last dance
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