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