Song Lyrics

This that shit, that So So Def 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.

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 be eyes stay chinky.
From da green inhaled into my body,
All spot lookers kill ya search 'cause this block on lock,
And plus dem little bitches you got don't want no work.
Not even to come in contact with.
It's ritual to da death that we don't tolerate no wack shit, and that's 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, that's 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 mic, and da actin'.
When asking a question, who put it to the test, check the record?
Hit top, hottest rap and R and B single, July second,
In ninety-four, you flew the funk in, ninety-six back again.
Committed some mo' 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.
'Cause she bust and what to death discuss they between us.
Take precaution, prepare to bite da dust, and just take dat shit as a loss.
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]

Cameron F. Gipp, Montez Deon Harris, Brandon Peters

The duration of Make It Happen is 3:30 minutes and seconds.