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Magic - Paroles


Sky's The Limit - Album




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










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