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Juvenile F/ Mannie Fresh Miscellaneous Da Magnolia (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) [Juvenile] Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' ta be rich Dope ounce get hit, armed 'rilla insists somebody wig get split...for ten G's of chips It's where the Feds'll dip through enemies get you Catch you at tha second line, niggas'll flip you Kids get outta school, they swingin' they fists, too Jump one of them children and they bringin' they clique, too L.D. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin' Tha blues try ta hit ya and you had to keep druggin' On New Year's, tha lights get shut out at six o'clock Four or five o'clock in tha mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot! Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in tha crowd, bruh Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was sour Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, and they have a... ...Carbine aimed at your dome...for some powder I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma holla! (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) (Hook [Mannie Fresh]) Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Now, where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? [Juvenile] Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "SOLDIERS BEWARE" And they be ragged up, twenty-five dollar bagged up Whole nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck... ...if somebody thinkin' 'bout jammin' him up If a bitch with him, she better be smart, or tough luck 'cause he gon' break and bust; she gon' be fucked up Mind your business is a code, too, I never told... ...ever since a nigga was a million years old Bein' a ballin shot caller...is tha goal I'll hospitalize anybody...in the roll To make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there You'll feel like a steak, nigga: you medium-rare All these niggas wan' be tip-rats or tha man in charge With tha AK-47, it'll change you boys (Hook [Mannie Fresh]) [Juvenile] Clique up, load up...pistols, mask Ride through, slow down, jump out, blast Put bout...fifty...in your...ass Second...linin'...family...scared Go score, rock it, chop it, serve it Got a...deal for...fifty, twurk it Mission: riches, hittin'...switches, twenty...inches, plenty...bitches All day, hustle beaucoup...scuffle Niggas...huddle, AK...muffled Blood in...puddles, people...scatter Flying...pieces...of human...matter Police...don't know probly...won't know Unless...its they...shit, they...don't know Keep it...quiet, tell no...body Start no...shit and...stay in...silence Maintain...focus, stay off...porches Watch for...roaches, carry...toasters (Hook [Mannie Fresh]) Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Da...Magnolia Home...of tha soldiers Now, where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? [Mannie Fresh] Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? I know where I'm goin' to tha fuckin' Magnolia Believe that there Yeah, yeah, yeah Layin' it down, mm-hmm Layin' it down, mm-hmm, mm-hmm To 3000 (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...) (...one) |
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