PLAY NINE Make Or Take video
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featuring Smoothe Da Hustler
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.
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
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.
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
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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