Chorus: [C-Murder]
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Money don't make me, I make money
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Yeah, them niggas can't take me, cuz I ain't runnin
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When its time for me to make a move, I'm a make it
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Leave a motherfucker standin' in his shoes, a born killer (x2)
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Verse 1: [C-Murder]
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No Limit soldier for life, nigga give me my props
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I come a long fuckin' way from pullin jacks (?) and slangin' rocks
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7 digit figures can't make me soft
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I be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head off
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Bury him, before he bury me
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Become a memory, motherfuckers talkin' bout remember C
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Nigga, is you crazy, I don't know what death is
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The reaper don't fuck with a nigga like me, I'm a handle my biz
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Like 4 more, I'm sick with it, you know what I'm sayin'
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Don't play no games boy, you know C-Murder ain't playin'
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I go to clubs, mean mug, ain't shit gon' happen
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I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I ain't just rappin'
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Can't stop a crazy motherfucker from doin' what he wanna
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I'm still facin' ten years on an open charge in California
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So believe if you see me on the corner it really don't matter
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And respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin' brains scatter
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Chorus x 2
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Verse 2: [Soulja Slim]
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Now C-Murder told you bitches don't play no games
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And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed?
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? at all times respect my mind
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I'd rather be caught with it than without it, I ain't lyin'
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Cuz soldier haters come in all shapes and sizes
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They act like they your people wearin' them different disguises
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You get a little baby and you get some fame
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They be all in ya face just because of ya name
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I'm worldwide, southside is what I claim
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Uptown, magnolia, that's whose bringin' the pain
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I'm gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shit
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Life's a bitch, even when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitch
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So tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to do
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I run with real niggaz and trill niggaz that's bout it and TRU
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Chorus x1
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Verse 3: [Magic]
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It's Mr. Magic, I'm take my time, I'm a handle my business
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Either thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness
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Nigga, money don't make me, I make the money
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And you niggaz don't scare me, that's why I ain't runnin
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I was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitch
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Kidnappers and killas y'all niggaz makin' me homesick
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My mind is full of battle scars because I ball
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And servin' time in the graveyard, times is hard
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But my world still remains the same
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Infested with anger, that's why I ride with probably one in the chamber
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I'm with million dollar minded niggaz
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Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz
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We made niggaz, picture us for some years
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Throwin a' finger to our foes, and givin' love to our friends
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Chorus x2
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Money Don't Make Me
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