Money Don't Make Me - Magic

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,