Soulja Slim Make It Happen Lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Slim]

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

[Soulja Slim]

(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

[Chorus]

[Soulja Slim]

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

[Chorus]

[Krazy]

(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

[Chorus]