Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make It Happen , by - Soulja Slim. Release date: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make It Happen |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga holla at me |
| Whodi, wanna make happen nigga |
| (Na na na) |
| Now lets get it started, I fuck shit up on tha Bacardi |
| You can call it, I be damned if I dat one dearly departed |
| Glock forty wit 2 other clips stuck beside me |
| I call tha canon, new & improved dog bitch for tha 90's |
| I keeps it real, niggas don’t wanna let me ball & chill |
| Fuck wit tha treal still they’ll get a nigga killed |
| So I keep 'em close, don’t know 'em, I met 'em on my joce |
| Cut throat 'em on Magnolia leave body parts on Willow |
| Dats how we do it, 6 court souljas off top |
| Keep 'em cocked wit out havin' second thoughts to pop |
| Uptown dats where I was born & raised |
| Chastised by veterens in they army brigades |
| When I grew up I wanted to just like them |
| Look at me now retired veteren, Soulja Slim |
| Alot of souljas made it & alot of 'em didn’t |
| It ain’t easy bein' a soulja takes alot of wig splittin' |
| Unforgettin' ghetto livin' to tha day dat I die |
| Fabolous, dangerous weighin' 195 |
| I got scuffle like Holyfield but I gets ill like Mike |
| For them nigga snakes I bite |
| When I write (grrr)I bite back |
| Picture dat, nigga raw doggin' it |
| Got tha industry on lockdown & I’m hoggin' it |
| I got what cha lookin' for & what cha want |
| Huh don’t play no games you know your do’s & don’ts, what |
| Nigga just shot my dawg Double Crosser |
| Beef is on, heat is on, tweekin' for leakin' domes |
| Make it known when I come home clear tha whole corner |
| Somebody gon' die when my & my army ride |
| You niggas jive, who gonna thank me & my dawg won’t kill ya |
| Had ya down dad should of let my dawg steel ya |
| Bustarized, realized, we crucifized, homicide |
| Lookin' for me wit tha chinese eyes |
| Gold grill from tha back to tha front, mask on |
| Done a walkby & got my blast on |
| See me when I beef I can’t sleep |
| I creep creep, lay low like a sniper & che, che |
| Day & night hopin' I catch my prey right |
| I hate tha light but I can’t run from a gun fight |
| Soulja type & I refuse to lose my life |
| Been inticed by tha devil but I love Jesus Christ |
| So what dat tell ya, I’m gon' kill ya if I haveta |
| Thank it’s a game when it ain’t no fun & laughter |
| Blast ya ass then get ghost like Casper |
| I’m bout it bout it, I just ain’t no good ass rapper |
| (What) |
| In tha projects thugged out slangin' for cheese |
| Head bustin' any nigga holdin' them ki’s |
| Puffin' weed daily, thuggin' in public |
| Tha bitches give me head cause tha hoes they love me |
| Say goodbye to them bitch niggas they work for tha feds |
| I can’t be caught wit cha when they bust yo head |
| Ski masked wit a hundred rounds lookin' for fire |
| Downtown niggas clearin' watch them niggas expire |
| We ride fo' deep in a Caddy wit Swab |
| I don’t love head bustin' im just doin' my job |
| Iberville is what I scream lookin' for danger |
| Hundred rounds in my chopper realesin' my anger, now |