Lyric Money Don t Make Me
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
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
