C-murder - Money Don't Make Me lyrics

Chorus: [C-Murder] Money don't make me, I make money Yeah, them n***as can't take me, 'cause I ain't runnin When its time for me to make a move, I'm a make it Leave a motherf**er standin' in his shoes, a born k**er (x2) Verse 1: [C-Murder] No Limit soldier for life, n***a give me my props I come a long f**in' way from pullin jacks (?) and slangin' rocks 7 digit figures can't make me soft I be the same motherf**er ready to blow a n***a head off Bury him, before he bury me Become a memory, motherf**ers talkin' bout remember see n***a, is you crazy, I don't know what d**h is The reaper don't f** with a n***a 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 see-Murder ain't playin' I go to clubs, mean mug, ain't sh** gon' happen I'm a motherf**in gangsta, n***as know I ain't just rappin' Can't stop a crazy motherf**er from doin' what he want to 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 n***a, or watch your f**in' brains scatter Chorus x 2 Verse 2: [Soulja Slim] Now see-Murder told you b**hes don't play no games And since I got a little paper b**h 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 sh** Life's a b**h, even when you b**h n***as and hoes snitch So tell me what the f** am I suppossed to do I run with real n***as and trill n***as 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 n***a, money don't make me, I make the money And you n***as don't scare me, that's why I ain't runnin I was in the lower nine, its best you back up b**h Kidnappers and k**as y'all n***as 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 n***as Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz We made n***as, picture us for some years Throwin a' finger to our foes, and givin' love to our friends Chorus x2