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