Make It Happen

This that sit, that sosodef shit, check it One to the Two, it ain't a thing for da brat to give it to you Three to the Four in ninety-six Brat hit your ass with a whole lot more Verse 1: Ay, when I step inside your party yo I turn dat bitch out Let em know what i'm about this is my fuckin' house The uncompatible, capital B eyes stay chinky From da green inhaled into my body All spot lookers kill ya search cuz this block on lock And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work Not even to come in contact with Its ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit and thats it All da way crunk half drunk off da remi Makin' niggas jump speakers pump is all dats in me Spittin' shit like a semi-auto don't never stop getting cheese Is da motto you's follow drinking straight from da bottle Attitude is shitty very inqwery kitty holdin' down the windy city West side thats right I ain't got no time for joy jappin' Test me and watch me make something happen Chorus: Das right....umhmm, Brat make it happen.... Well....umhmm, I like that, well make it happen...hey Uh, she was the one to make it happen when dat bitch went platinum Ain't nothing average about the magic between me and da mike and da actin' When asking a question who put it to the test check the record Hit top hottest rap and r&b single July second In ninety-four you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again Committed some moe sinnin' fuckin' up most men and women The bad seed with mad weed follow no fuckin' leader True believer in da factor can't no motherfucka beat her Keep ya feet up Brat bout to sweep up, niggas can leap up And creep up still stay beneath her Cuz she bust and what to death discuss they between us Take precaution prepare to bite da dust and just take dat shit as a lost Collect billboard and soul train awards from my trouble Crappin' you motherfuckas out and coming back for double Nice on da dice sippin on Hen and ice da time is right Seven eleven on the first go round with funkdafied I made it happen bitch Chorus