chorus: [c-murder]

money don´t make me, i make money
yeah, them niggas can´t take me, cuz i ain´t runnin
when its 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´
cuz 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, its 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