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