Magic - Money Don't Make Me

Chorus: [C-Murder]

Money don`t make me, I make money
Yeah, them niggas can`t take me, cuz I ain`t runnin
When its time for me to make a move, I`m a make it
Leave a motherfucker standin` in his shoes, a born killer (x2)

Verse 1: [C-Murder]

No Limit soldier for life, nigga give me my props
I come a long fuckin` way from pullin jacks (?) and slangin` rocks
7 digit figures can`t make me soft
I be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head off
Bury him, before he bury me
Become a memory, motherfuckers talkin` bout remember C
Nigga, is you crazy, I don`t know what death is
The reaper don`t fuck with a nigga like me, I`m a handle my biz
Like 4 more, I`m sick with it, you know what I`m sayin`
Don`t play no games boy, you know C-Murder ain`t playin`
I go to clubs, mean mug, ain`t shit gon` happen
I`m a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I ain`t just rappin`
Can`t stop a crazy motherfucker from doin` what he wanna
I`m still facin` ten years on an open charge in California
So believe if you see me on the corner it really don`t matter
And respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin` brains scatter

Chorus x 2

Verse 2: [Soulja Slim]

Now C-Murder told you bitches don`t play no games
And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed?
? at all times respect my mind
I`d rather be caught with it than without it, I ain`t lyin`
Cuz soldier haters come in all shapes and sizes
They act like they your people wearin` them different disguises
You get a little baby and you get some fame
They be all in ya face just because of ya name
I`m worldwide, southside is what I claim
Uptown, magnolia, that`s whose bringin` the pain
I`m gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shit
Life`s a bitch, even when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitch
So tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to do
I run with real niggaz and trill niggaz that`s bout it and TRU

Chorus x1

Verse 3: [Magic]

It`s Mr. Magic, I`m take my time, I`m a handle my business
Either thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness
Nigga, money don`t make me, I make the money
And you niggaz don`t scare me, that`s why I ain`t runnin
I was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitch
Kidnappers and killas y`all niggaz makin` me homesick
My mind is full of battle scars because I ball
And servin` time in the graveyard, times is hard
But my world still remains the same
Infested with anger, that`s why I ride with probably one in the chamber
I`m with million dollar minded niggaz
Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz
We made niggaz, picture us for some years
Throwin a` finger to our foes, and givin` love to our friends

Chorus x2