Closin Down Shop Lyrics - 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 

I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops 

Knockin' at my door, fuck no 

I don't have no more delays not bein' sold 

'Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole 

I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops 

Knockin' at my door, fuck no 

I don't have no more delays not bein' sold 

'Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole 

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 

Don't ya be a dog, this delay 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 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 ain't about doin' no more time 

You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines 

Bullets be flyin', flyin' 

I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops 

Knockin' at my door, fuck no 

I don't have no more delays not bein' sold 

'Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole 

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 

I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops 

Knockin' at my door, fuck no 

I don't have no more delays not bein' sold 

'Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole 

I'm closin' down shop so clientel stops 

Knockin' at my door, fuck no 

I don't have no more delays not bein' sold 

'Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole 

I'm closin' down shop 

Bitches tryin' to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truth 

You ain't hear we came in strapped nigga, react nigga 

Watch for me you don't 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 mutherfuckers I was comin' 

(What?) 

I roll with tight mutherfuckers, stop runnin' 

(Laugh, gun cock) 

Don't move a fuckin' muscle got no time for no wrestlin' 

Got no time for no tustlin 

Shut it down