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