Da Magnolia Lyrics

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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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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 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
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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