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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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