Nine Make Or Take Lyrics

Make Or Take Lyrics

featuring Smoothe Da Hustler

VERSE ONE:

(NINE)
Man this world
we live in
there's two to ways do everything
the right way and the wrong
way
thens there's the short way and the long way.
But I'm goina do my
thing the DARK MASK WAY.
I'm either goina make it or I'm goina take
it.

(CHROUS)
I got to make something or I got to take
something
even if it comes down to hustling in public
I'm goina do
whatever to avoid the stormy weather
got my act together either make or
take

(NINE)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
I
still feel like a slave, my heart is dark like the batcave
Don't cry....Dry
ur eye....we all goina die....but i'm goina die fly.
In the race the great
paper chase
money's the only thing i'm goina let u throw in my
face.
Corrupt political officials
speak the issues, and dis u, like used
toliet tissue,
I'm goina miss u when u fall into the flames it's the same
games,
with new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood
stains,
propaganda, I want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a
bandanna
at the Coppa Cabanna, swear to god I split a nigga like a
banana,
over currencies or property aint no stopping me, i'm building
a
monopoly now copy me, each one teach one lessons of making and
taking
erasing, faking, and snaking, serious like a jamacian, and I bring
home
the bacon daily, really, I never fake it, I got to make it, like
it's
secret, fuck around and i'm goina take it.

(chorus
2x)

(NINE)
My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my
spine
like cheap wine, so I gotta get mine,
all the time I rewind back to
the day when I realized sometimes crime
pays, there's a million ways to die
but only one to live,
I need enough money to spend enough, money to give
cause I love my
peeps and my peeps love me and I refuse to see them living
in proverty
I gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new
flavor
like craig with my thrid eye I cried
shed tears in the mind for
being blind only thing left for me now
is crime or ryhme

(chorus
2x)

(NINE)
I refuse to lose simular to chuck
never bite the hand
that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)
now what! stuck in a maze
with only one way out figure it out that's
what life's about, trail after
trail, tribulation after tribulation,
I want a black nation cause i'm sick
of the plantation
no more picking cotton have u forgotten we the kings and
queens of
the earth, now rome in the rotten apple, drinking
snapple,
trying to get a little capital, spend it like i'm crazy, that's
what
rap will do, u got to maintain make sense out of what's insane,
and
stay on top of ur game, dont blame nobody but urself for ur
lack of wealth,
times get hard get sneaky like a stealth,
make or take is the thesis, I want
pieces of the pie gotta do or die.

(chorus 2x)