Nine - Make Or Take lyrics

(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. (chorus) 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 bat cave Don't cry... dry your 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 you 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 n***a like a banana Over currencies or property aint no stoppin 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 jamaican And i bring home the bacon daily, really, I never fake it, i got to make it, like it's sacred f** 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 6 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 third 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 you 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, you got to maintain Make sense out of what's insane and stay on top of your game Dont blame nobody but yourself for your 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)