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Текст песни Magic - Money Dont Make Me

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Chorus: [c-murder]Money dont make me, I make moneyYeah, them niggas cant take me, cuz I aint runninWhen its time for me to make a move, Im a make itLeave a motherfucker standin in his shoes, a born killer (x2)Verse 1: [c-murder]No limit soldier for life, nigga give me my propsI come a long fuckin way from pullin jacks (? ) and slangin rocks7 digit figures cant make me softI be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head offBury him, before he bury meBecome a memory, motherfuckers talkin bout remember cNigga, is you crazy, I dont know what death isThe reaper dont fuck with a nigga like me, Im a handle my bizLike 4 more, Im sick with it, you know what Im sayinDont play no games boy, you know c-murder aint playinI go to clubs, mean mug, aint shit gon happenIm a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I aint just rappinCant stop a crazy motherfucker from doin what he wannaIm still facin ten years on an open charge in californiaSo believe if you see me on the corner it really dont matterAnd respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin brains scatterChorus x 2Verse 2: [soulja slim]Now c-murder told you bitches dont play no gamesAnd since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed? ? at all times respect my mindId rather be caught with it than without it, I aint lyinCuz soldier haters come in all shapes and sizesThey act like they your people wearin them different disguisesYou get a little baby and you get some fameThey be all in ya face just because of ya nameIm worldwide, southside is what I claimUptown, magnolia, thats whose bringin the painIm gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shitLifes a bitch, even when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitchSo tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to doI run with real niggaz and trill niggaz thats bout it and truChorus x1Verse 3: [magic]Its mr. magic, Im take my time, Im a handle my businessEither thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witnessNigga, money dont make me, I make the moneyAnd you niggaz dont scare me, thats why I aint runninI was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitchKidnappers and killas yall niggaz makin me homesickMy mind is full of battle scars because I ballAnd servin time in the graveyard, times is hardBut my world still remains the sameInfested with anger, thats why I ride with probably one in the chamberIm with million dollar minded niggazBetween the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggazWe made niggaz, picture us for some yearsThrowin a finger to our foes, and givin love to our friendsChorus x2

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