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Intro (Talking) C-Murder: Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we gotta lay low nigga fuck
Hook Soulja SLim: I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole x2
Soulja SLim: It's twelve in the noon, I'm just wakin' up from a flight Hicks been knockin' at my door all goddamn night And my hoe she busted talkin' about she tired of that Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin' Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw Dont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart And the niggas that I get it from supplys the city They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty Cause they tryin' to put too much cut on the dope To make a little ends but the only person scorin' is they friends They got twenty dollar bags they got ten But now you going let your boy move all the ends Now see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin' They be comin shop be closed and they still be runnin Makin' my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot But I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more time You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flyin, flyin
Hook Soulja SLim: I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole
C-Murder: I'm closin' down shop cause my clientels gettin too big I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my shit Dope fiends knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot These suckas runnin' on my colors on my quarter shop Two baby mommas, four kids three mack elevens Three cars about thirteen boo boo's I'm just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's A young nigga down to do whatever First and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeper BooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready I'm on top never drop pushin keys that rock But I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot
Hook Soulja SLim: I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein sold Cause its too hot plus I'm on parole x2 (Magic laughs) I'm closin down shop...
Magic: Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth You aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga Watch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin' trash I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin' at your pussy ass What, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitch I'm about to jump off in your shit I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice alive Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high Spoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again I told you muther fuckers I was comin (what) I roll with tight muther fuckers, stop runnin' (laugh, gun cock) Dont move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin' Got no time for no tustlin' shut it down
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