C-Murder Lyrics

Album: Bossalinie (Edited)

Closin Down Shop Lyrics

[Featuring Soulja Slim Magic] 

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 tustli