Money Don't Make Me

Magic

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,