[Chorus: C-Murder]

Money don't make me, I make money

Yeah, them ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er standin' in his shoes, a born killer [x2]


[Verse 1: C-Murder]


No Limit soldier for life, ^!$$% give me my props
I come a long $#&@in' way from pullin jacks (?) and slangin' rocks
7 digit figures can't make me soft

I be the same mother$#&@er ready to blow a ^!$$% head off
Bury him, before he bury me
Become a memory, mother$#&@ers talkin' bout remember C

^!$$%, is you crazy, I don't know what death is
The reaper don't $#&@ with a ^!$$% 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 C-Murder ain't playin'
I go to clubs, mean mug, ain't %#@! gon' happen
I'm a mother$#&@in gangsta, ^!$$%z know I ain't just rappin'

Can't stop a crazy mother$#&@er 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 ^!$$%, or watch your $#&@in' brains scatter

[Chorus x2]


[Verse 2: Soulja Slim]


Now C-Murder told you (*##$es don't play no games
And since I got a little paper (*##$ 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 %#@!
Life's a (*##$, even when you (*##$ ^!$$%z and hoes snitch

So tell me what the $#&@ am I suppossed to do
I run with real ^!$$%z and trill ^!$$%z 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

^!$$%, money don't make me, I make the money
And you ^!$$%z don't scare me, that's why I ain't runnin
I was in the lower nine, its best you back up (*##$

Kidnappers and killas y'all ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z

Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz
We made ^!$$%z, picture us for some years
Throwin a' finger to our foes, and givin' love to our friends


[Chorus x2]