Текст (слова) песни: Magic - Money Dont Make Me

Chorus: [c-murder]

Money dont make me, I make money

Yeah, them niggas cant take me, cuz I aint runnin

When its time for me to make a move, Im 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 cant 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 dont know what death is

The reaper dont fuck with a nigga like me, Im a handle my biz

Like 4 more, Im sick with it, you know what Im sayin

Dont play no games boy, you know c-murder aint playin

I go to clubs, mean mug, aint shit gon happen

Im a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I aint just rappin

Cant stop a crazy motherfucker from doin what he wanna

Im still facin ten years on an open charge in california

So believe if you see me on the corner it really dont 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 dont play no games

And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed?

? at all times respect my mind

Id rather be caught with it than without it, I aint 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

Im worldwide, southside is what I claim

Uptown, magnolia, thats whose bringin the pain

Im gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shit

Lifes 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 thats bout it and tru

Chorus x1

Verse 3: [magic]

Its mr. magic, Im take my time, Im a handle my business

Either thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness

Nigga, money dont make me, I make the money

And you niggaz dont scare me, thats why I aint runnin

I was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitch

Kidnappers and killas yall 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, thats why I ride with probably one in the chamber

Im 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

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