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
