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Artist:C-murder
Taken from the album Bossalinie (edited) by C-murder
Album:Bossalinie (edited)
Track:Closin Down Shop
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:326
 
Lyrics: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
tustlin'
Shut it down
 
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