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Артист: MagicНазвание : Money Dont Make MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip hop japanese psychedelic rock psychedelic neo-rockabilly Видео:
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Chorus: [c-murder] Money dont make me, I make money Yeah, them niggas cant take me, cuz I aint runnin When its time for me to make a move, Im 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 cant 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 dont know what death is The reaper dont fuck with a nigga like me, Im a handle my biz Like 4 more, Im sick with it, you know what Im sayin Dont play no games boy, you know c-murder aint playin I go to clubs, mean mug, aint shit gon happen Im a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I aint just rappin Cant stop a crazy motherfucker from doin what he wanna Im still facin ten years on an open charge in california So believe if you see me on the corner it really dont 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 dont play no games And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed? ? at all times respect my mind Id rather be caught with it than without it, I aint 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 Im worldwide, southside is what I claim Uptown, magnolia, thats whose bringin the pain Im gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shit Lifes 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 thats bout it and tru Chorus x1 Verse 3: [magic] Its mr. magic, Im take my time, Im a handle my business Either thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness Nigga, money dont make me, I make the money And you niggaz dont scare me, thats why I aint runnin I was in the lower nine, its best you back up bitch Kidnappers and killas yall 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, thats why I ride with probably one in the chamber Im 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 | Похожие исполнители:
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