Da Magnolia Lyrics - Tha G-code - Juvenile

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Five, four, three, two, one 

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' 'cuz 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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Five, four, three, two, one 

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? 

Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared 

When ya enter ya see a sign, say, "Soldiers bewarre" 

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 

'Cuz 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 

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? 

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 nobody 

Start no shit and stay in silence 

Maintain focus, stay off porches 

Watch for roaches, carry toasters 

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, mm, hmm 

Layin' it down, mm, hmm, mm, hmm 

To 3000 

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