Nine ft. Smooth Da Hustler - Make Or Take | Текст песни

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• Nine ft. Smooth Da Hustler
• Make Or Take

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

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