Lyrics

[Intro: C-Murder] Say Magic Slim brah Nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad Fuck them niggas watching us bro we Gotta lay low nigga fuck [Hook: Soulja Slim] I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] It's twelve in the noon, I'm just waking up from a flight Hicks been knocking at my door all goddamn night And my hoe she busted talking bout she tired of that Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stacking Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got raw Don't ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart And the niggas that I get it from supplies the city They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty Cause they trying to put too much cut on the dope To make a little more ends But the only person scoring is they friends They got 20 dollar bags, they got 10 But now you going let your boy move all the ends Now see my clients, they know what the fuck they be buying They be coming shop be closed and they still be running Making my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot But I got my shit got cause I ain't about doin no more time You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flying, flying [Hook: Soulja Slim] I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole [Verse 2: C-Murder] I'm closing down shop cause my clientele's getting too big I got these laws on my balls and they sweating my shit Dope fiends knocking at my door, they got my spot too hot These suckas running on my colors on my quarter shop 2 baby mommas, 4 kids, 3 mack elevens 3 cars, about 13 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 blowing up my beeper Beaucoup pages new credit, my shit is cut up and ready I'm on top never drop, pushing keys that rock But I gotta close shop cause my spot's too hot [Hook: Soulja Slim] I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole [Verse 3: Magic] Bitches trying to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth You ain't hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga Watch for me, dont wanna see me last, keep talking trash I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blasting at your pussy-ass What, boy you disrespect my clique you stupid bitch I'm about to jump off in your shit I rumble in the jungle with the fiercest piece alive Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high From the biggest ocean with the biggest fucking fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again I told you mutherfuckers I was coming (what) I brought the tank mutherfuckers, stop running (laugh, gun cock) Dont move a fucking muscle, got no time for no wrestling Got no time for no tussling Shut it down