Juvenile F- Mannie Fresh Da Magnolia Lyrics

Da Magnolia Lyrics

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 [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!

 

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 (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

 

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