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Magic lyrics Money Don't Make Me lyrics 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 Other Magic lyrics: Ghetto Godzilla lyrics Did What I Had 2 lyrics Depend on Me lyrics 9th Ward lyrics Take it to the Streetz lyrics No Limit lyrics Hard Times lyrics When Drama Came lyrics Mobb 4 Ever lyrics Ball Till We Fall lyrics Gimpin' lyrics Chastity lyrics That's Me lyrics Ice on My Wrist lyrics Soldier lyrics Do You Really Want Peace lyrics Club Thang lyrics Puff Puff lyrics Thank You Lord For My Life lyrics Freaky lyrics Wanna Get Away lyrics Thugs lyrics Wobble, Wobble lyrics Good Lookin Out lyrics We Gonna Ride lyrics |