[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)
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