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Juvenile - Da Magnolia
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216.73.216.11
(ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) [juvenile] Welcome to tha section where its 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 gs of chips Its where the fedsll dip through Enemies get you Catch you at tha second line, niggasll 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 aint nothin Them blues try ta hit ya, and your headll get druggin On new years tha lights get shot out at six oclock Four or five oclock 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 Ima do like your boy and hop in tha eddie bauer Get all seventeen and, nigga, ima 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 hes 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 Ill hospitalize anybody... in the ward Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there Youll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare All these niggas wanna be (? ) or tha man in charge With tha ak-47 itll 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.. dont know.. probly.. wont know Unless.. they stay.. shit they.. dont 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 Im goin To tha fuckin magnolia Believe that there Yeah, yeah, yeah Layin it down Layin it down To 3000 ](ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...) (...one)
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