C-Murder

C-Murder - Closin Down Shop lyrics

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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
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Author: Magic (2), Soulja Slim, C-Murder

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

Details:

Released in: 1999

Language: English

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