Make Or Take lyrics

Artist  : Nine 
Song : Make Or Take



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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)