Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Closin' Down Shop (feat. Soulja Slim and Magic), artist - C-Murder. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Closin' Down Shop (feat. Soulja Slim and Magic) |
| 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 |
| 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 |