Chorus: [c-murder]

Money don't make meI make money
Yeahthem niggas can't take mecuz I ain't runnin
When it's time for me to make a moveI'm a make it
Leave a motherfucker standin' in his shoesa born killer (x2)

Verse 1: [c-murder]

No limit soldier for lifenigga 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 himbefore he bury me
Become a memorymotherfuckers talkin' bout remember c
Niggais you crazyI don't know what death is
The reaper don't fuck with a nigga like meI'm a handle my biz
Like 4 moreI'm sick with ityou know what I'm sayin'
Don't play no games boyyou know c-murder ain't playin'
I go to clubsmean mugain't shit gon' happen
I'm a motherfuckin gangstaniggaz 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 niggaor 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 itI ain't lyin'
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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 worldwidesouthside is what I claim
Uptownmagnoliathat's whose bringin' the pain
I'm gettin sick and tiredsick and tired of this shit
Life's a bitcheven 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. magicI'm take my timeI'm a handle my business
Either thuggin or rappinI refuse to leave a witness
Niggamoney don't make meI make the money
And you niggaz don't scare methat's why I ain't runnin
I was in the lower nineit's 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 graveyardtimes is hard
But my world still remains the same
Infested with angerthat'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 niggazpicture us for some years
Throwin a' finger to our foesand givin' love to our friends

Chorus x2

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