Magic Money Don't Make Me Lyrics

Skys the Limit Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Ghetto Godzilla
  • 3 Did What I Had 2
  • 4 Depend on Me
  • 5 9th Ward
  • 6 No Hope
  • 7 Take It to da Streets
  • 8 Ball 'til We Fall
  • 9 I Got Love 4 Ya
  • 10 I Never
  • 11 Money Don't Make Me
  • 12 Skys the Limit
  • 13 No Limit
  • 14 New Generation
  • 15 What I Gotta
  • 16 Hard Times
  • 17 Life Is a Bitch
  • 18 Gimpin'
  • 19 Special Forces
  • 20 When Drama Came
  • 21 Mobb 4 Ever
  • 22 Chastity
  • 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

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