Mr. Magic - Closin Down Shop lyrics

[Intro] Say Magic Slim brah n***a we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad f** them n***as watching us bro we Gotta lay low n***a f** [Hook x2: Soulja Slim] I'm closing down shop so clientele stops Knocking at my door f** no I dont have no more dealys not being sold Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] It's twelve in the noon, I'm just waking up from a flight Hicks been knocking at my door all goddamn night And my hoe she busted talking bout she tired of that Deep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stacking Cause they run from that smack and that sh** I got raw Don't ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart And the n***as that I get it from supplies the city They got other n***as with it but they bags be sh**ty Cause they trying to put too much cut on the dope To make a little more ends But the only person scoring is they friends They got 20 dollar bags, they got 10 But now you going let your boy move all the ends Now see my clients, they know what the f** they be buying They be coming shop be closed and they still be running Making my shop high and they might come kick it in my spot But I got my sh** got cause I ain't about doin no more time You got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flying, flying [Hook] [Verse 2: C-Murder] I'm closing down shop cause my clientele's getting too big I got these laws on my balls and they sweating my sh** Dope fiends knocking at my door, they got my spot too hot These s**as running on my colors on my quarter shop 2 baby mommas, 4 kids, 3 mack elevens 3 cars, about 13 boo boo's I'm just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187's and 211's A young n***a down to do whatever First and fifteenth checks fix blowing up my beeper Beaucoup pages new credit, my sh** is cut up and ready I'm on top never drop, pushing keys that rock But I gotta close shop cause my spot's too hot [Hook] [Verse 3: Magic] b**hes trying to catch the wrong n***as, now tell the truth You ain't hear we came in strapped n***a, react n***a Watch for me, dont wanna see me last, keep talking trash I'm gonna be the one behind the mask, blasting at your p**y-a** What, boy you disrespect my clique you stupid b**h I'm about to jump off in your sh** I rumble in the jungle with the fiercest piece alive Climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it high From the biggest ocean with the biggest f**ing fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again I told you mutherf**ers I was coming (what) I brought the tank mutherf**ers, stop running (laugh, gun co*k) Dont move a f**ing muscle, got no time for no wrestling Got no time for no tussling Shut it down