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Juvenile

Da Magnoila

 

Da Magnoila

(album: Tha G-Code - 1999)


Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

[Juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas breaking up bricks.. niggas trying ta be rich
Dope ounce, get hit.. armed 'rilla and six
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 swinging they fists, too
Jump one of them children and they bringing they clique, too
L.V. bucking 'cause T.C. killing ain't nothing
Them blues try ta hit ya, and your head'll get drugging
On New Year's tha lights get shot out at six o'clock
Four or five o'clock in tha morning you gon' be getting shot
Niggas getting chopped, getting shot in tha cro'(tch), bruh
Drug deal gone bad, one of them cats is sour
Motherfuckers getting chopped up and they holla
(?) beam aimed at your dome... for some powder
I'ma do like your boy and hop in tha Eddie Bauer
Get all seventeen and, nigga, I'ma holla

[Chorus 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"
They be ragged up, twenty-five dollars bagged up
Old nickel tucked in tha back of his 'Baud cuffs
Well aware on the route that he's gonna duck
If somebody thinking 'bout jamming 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
Being a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
I'll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these niggas wanna be (?) or tha man in charge
With tha AK-47 it'll change you boys

[Chorus:]

[Juvenile]
Click up.. load up.. pistols.. mask
Ride through.. slow down.. jump out.. blast
Put about.. fifty.. in your.. ass
Second.. lining.. family.. scared
(?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
Mission.. bitches.. hitting.. 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.

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