Lyrics Money Don't Make Me - MAGIC
Chorus:
[c-murder]
Money
don't
make
me,
I
make
money
Yeah,
them
niggas
can't
take
me,
'cause
I
ain't
runnin
When
it's
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'
'cause
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,
it's
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
Album
Skys The Limit
1 Ball 'Til We Fall
2 Take It To Da Streets
3 No Hope
4 9th Ward
5 Depend On Me
6 Ghetto Godzilla
7 Did What I Had 2
8 I Never
9 Chastity
10 Mobb 4 Ever
11 When Drama Came
12 Special Forces
13 Gimpin'
14 Hard Times
15 What I Gotta
16 No Limit
17 Skys the Limit
18 Money Don't Make Me
19 I Got Love 4 Ya
20 Life Is a Bitch
21 Special Forces
22 When Drama Came
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