Da Magnolia

[Intro] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one [Verse 1: Juvenile] Welcome to the section where it's hotter than a bitch Niggas breakin' up bricks, niggas tryin' to be rich Dope house get hit, on 'rilla & 6th Somebody wig get split for ten G's of chips It's where the Feds'll dip through, enemies get you Catch you at the 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' The blues try to hit ya and you had to keep druggin' On New Year's, the lights get shut out at six o'clock Four or five o'clock in the mornin' you gon' be gettin' shot! Niggas gettin' chopped, gettin' shot in the crowd, bruh Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats was sour Motherfuckers gettin' chopped up, every hour Carbine aimed at your dome for some powder I'ma do like yella boy and hop in the Eddie Bauer Get off seventeen, and, nigga, I'ma holla (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Da Magnolia Home of the soldiers Da Magnolia Home of the 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? [Verse 2: 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 the 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 minute years old Bein' a ballin' shot caller is the 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 the man in charge With the AK-47, it'll change you boys [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Da Magnolia Home of the soldiers Da Magnolia Home of the 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? [Verse 3: 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, twerk 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, probably won't know Unless it's 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 [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Da Magnolia Home of the soldiers Da Magnolia Home of the soldiers Da Magnolia Home of the soldiers Da Magnolia Home of the 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? [Outro: Mannie Fresh] Where you goin', motherfucker, where you goin'? Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? I know where I'm goin' - to the fuckin' Magnolia Believe that there Yeah, yeah, yeah Layin' it down, mm-hmm Layin' it down, mm-hmm, mm-hmm To 3000 (Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one)