[Featuring Soulja Slim Magic] 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
C Artists/Bands 
C Murder CDs in sales 
