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
Translation: Nine. Make Or Take.
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
or we could take it away Try luck tonight We could tear it up tonight If you know what it takes to be my man We can go make love together You can be
this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout,
stay focused on me beefin' With Flip and Shawty Lo Gucci or Ludacris, or if I'm fucking with a ho Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over
nine to five Don't let him down he's got a gun He'll get his way, he'll have his fun All you wannabes don't have what it takes To take a shot at me
make me wonder Why you wanna take us under? Why you wanna take us under? I get the feeling sometime that make me wonder Why you wanna take us under? Why you wanna take
you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer, duck or you'll catch these On the spot, red dots make
damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make
, yea Pull it, Pull it, Pull it Yea, yea Pull it, Pull it Go ahead and make my day Click clack away You take away my very breath Call nine one one, Mary
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro My girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this A hard hit makes a
my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this... (Radzay) A hard hit makes
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
I'mma make you drop to your knees Shake, wind and roll, let's lose control Shake, wind and roll, let's lose control Put your hands on my body I love the way you make
full of iceicles im a dime you other chickas need a nickel who that in the phantom (kimmy!) or maybe in that mazarati or that S1-50 or in that bulgatti
fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police 'Cause every move you make, I'ma throw a slug And hope you choke blood, nigga on every breath you take
Offishall 'You dun know' Yeah, Figure IV, Mastermind (*laughs*) Your murder sells sometimes for a little bit of money Emcees make music, Kardinal makes
