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Closin' Down Shop

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Say Magic

Slim brah

N**a we gotta go ahead and close that little quarter shop we got on Broad

F**k them niggas watching us bro we

Gotta lay low n**a f**k

I'm closing down shop so clientele stops

Knocking at my door f**k no

I dont have no more dealys not being sold

Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole

I'm closing down shop so clientele stops

Knocking at my door f**k no

I dont have no more dealys not being sold

Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole

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 shit I got raw

Don't ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heart

And the niggas that I get it from supplies the city

They got other niggas with it but they bags be shitty

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**k 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 shit 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

I'm closing down shop so clientele stops

Knocking at my door f**k no

I dont have no more dealys not being sold

Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole

I'm closing down shop cause my clientele's getting too big

I got these laws on my balls and they sweating my shit

Dope fiends knocking at my door, they got my spot too hot

These suckas 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 shit 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

I'm closing down shop so clientele stops

Knocking at my door f**k no

I dont have no more dealys not being sold

Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole

I'm closing down shop so clientele stops

Knocking at my door f**k no

I dont have no more dealys not being sold

Cause it's too hot plus I'm on parole

Bitches trying to catch the wrong niggas, 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 pussy-ass

What, boy you disrespect my clique you stupid b**h

I'm about to jump off in your shit

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 fucking fish

If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again

I told you mutherfuckers I was coming (what)

I brought the tank mutherfuckers, stop running (laugh, gun c**k)

Dont move a fucking muscle, got no time for no wrestling

Got no time for no tussling

Shut it down

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