(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 nigga 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
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 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)
