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