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Juvenile
Welcome to tha section where it s hotter than a bitch
Niggas breakin up bricks.. niggas tryin ta be rich
Dope ounceget 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 lineniggas ll flip you
Kids get outta schoolthey swingin they fiststoo
Jump one of them children and they bringin they cliquetoo
L.V. buckin cause T.C. killin ain t nothin
Them blues try ta hit yaand your head ll get druggin
On New Year s tha lights get shot out at six o clock
Four or five o clock in tha mornin you gon be gettin shot
Niggas gettin choppedgettin shot in tha cro (tch)bruh
Drug deal gone badone of them cats is sour
Motherfuckers gettin 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 andniggaI ma holla

Chorus Mannie Fresh
Da... Magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Da... Magnolia
Home... of tha soldiers
Now where you frommotherfuckerwhere you from
Where you frommotherfuckerwhere you from
Where you frommotherfuckerwhere you from
Where you frommotherfuckerwhere you from

Juvenile
Is ya ready for it? Better be over-prepared
When ya enter ya see a signsaySOLDIERS BEWARE
They be ragged uptwenty-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 thinkin bout jammin him up
If a bitch with himshe better be smartor tough luck
Cause he gon break and bustshe gon be fucked up
Mind your business is a codetooI never told
Ever since a nigga was a million years old
Bein a baller.. shot caller.. is tha goal
I ll hospitalize anybody... in the ward
Ta make it thereyou talk crazywe take it there
You ll be like a steakniggayou 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.. linin .. family.. scared
(?) scope.. lock it.. chop it.. serve it
Got a.. deal for.. fifty.. ta work it
Mission.. bitches.. 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.

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