(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 and six

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.V. buckin' 'cause T.C. killin' ain't nothin'

Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get druggin'

On New Year's tha lights get shot 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 cro'(tch), bruh

Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour

Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up and they holla

(?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder

I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer

Get all seventeen and, nigga, I'ma holla


(Chorus [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"

They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up

Old 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 baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal

I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward

Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there

You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare

All these niggas want to be (?) or tha man in charge

With tha AK-47 it'll change you boys


(Chorus)


[Juvenile]

Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask

Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast

Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass

Second.. linin'.. family.. scared

(?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it

Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it

Mission.. bitches.. 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.. they stay.. 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.. poachers.. carry.. toasters


(Chorus [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

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

Layin' it down

To 3000


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Da Magnolia Lyrics

Juvenile – Da Magnolia Lyrics