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
