C-Murder
Don't Make Me
Chorus: [C-Murder]Money don't make me, I make moneyYeah, them niggas can't take me, 'cause 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 seeNigga, 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 see-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 want toI'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 scatterLetras de cancionesChorus x 2Verse 2: [Soulja Slim]Now see-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''cause 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
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