Текст песни Nine - Make or Take
Nine - Make or Take слова песни
(nine)Man this world we live inTheres two to ways do everythingThe right way and the wrong way,Thens theres the short way and the long way.But Im goina do my thing the dark mask way.Im either goina make it or Im goina take it.(chorus)I got to make something or I got to take somethingEven if it comes down to hustling in publicIm goina do whatever to avoid the stormy weatherGot my act together either make or take(nine)In the land of the free and the home of the braveI still feel like a slave, my heart is dark like the bat caveDont cry... dry your eye...We all goina die... but Im goina die flyIn the race the great paper chaseMoneys the only thing Im goina let you throw in my faceCorrupt political officialsSpeak the issues, and dis u, like used toliet tissueIm goina miss u when u fall into the flames its the same gamesWith new names, and new gains, same pains, and blood stainsPropaganda, I want to smoke trees in a havanna, wearing a bandannaAt the coppa cabanna, swear to God I split a nigga like a bananaOver currencies or property aint no stoppin meIm building a monopoly now copy me, each one teach oneLessons of making and taking erasing, faking, and snakingSerious like a jamaicanAnd I bring home the bacon daily, really,I never fake it, I got to make it, like its sacredFuck around and Im goina take it(chorus 2x)(nine)My hand raps around dollar bills sends chills down my spineLike cheap wine, so I gotta get mine,All the time I rewind back to the day when I realized sometimes crimePays, theres a million ways to die but only one to live,I need enough money to spend enoughMoney to give cause I love my peeps and my peeps love meAnd I refuse to see them living in provertyI gotta be on point, I anoit myself savior with new flavorLike craig with my third eye I criedShed tears in the mind for being blindOnly thing left for me now is crime or ryhme(chorus 2x)(nine)I refuse to lose simular to chuckNever bite the hand that feed u never bite the hand that buck (pow)Now what! stuck in a maze with only one way outFigure it out thats what lifes aboutTrail after trail, tribulation after tribulationI want a black nation cause Im sick of the plantationNo more picking cotton have you forgottenWe the kings and queens of the earthNow rome in the rotten apple, drinking snappleTrying to get a little capital, spend it like Im crazyThats what rap will do, you got to maintainMake sense out of whats insane and stay on top of your gameDont blame nobody but yourself for your lack of wealthTimes get hard get sneaky like a stealthMake or take is the thesisI want pieces of the pie gotta do or die(chorus 2x)