Текст песни Magic - Money Don`t Make Me
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Chorus: [C-Murder]Money don`t make me, I make moneyYeah, them niggas can`t take me, cuz I ain`t runninWhen its time for me to make a move, I`m 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 can`t 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 don`t know what death isThe reaper don`t fuck with a nigga like me, I`m a handle my bizLike 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` happenI`m a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I ain`t just rappin`Can`t stop a crazy motherfucker from doin` what he wannaI`m still facin` ten years on an open charge in CaliforniaSo believe if you see me on the corner it really don`t matterAnd respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin` brains scatterChorus x 2Verse 2: [Soulja Slim]Now C-Murder told you bitches don`t play no gamesAnd since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed?? at all times respect my mindI`d rather be caught with it than without it, I ain`t lyin`Cuz 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 nameI`m worldwide, southside is what I claimUptown, magnolia, that`s whose bringin` the painI`m gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shitLife`s a bitch, even when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitchSo tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to do I run with real niggaz and trill niggaz that`s bout it and TRUChorus x1Verse 3: [Magic]It`s Mr. Magic, I`m take my time, I`m a handle my businessEither thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witnessNigga, money don`t make me, I make the moneyAnd you niggaz don`t scare me, that`s why I ain`t runninI was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitchKidnappers and killas y`all 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, that`s why I ride with probably one in the chamberI`m 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