27 - Closin' Down Shop

Say Magic, Slim bruh
Nigga we gotta go ahead and close that
Lil' quarter shop we got on Broad
Fuck them niggas watchin' us bruh
Gotta lay low and make a fuckin' move

I'm closin' down shop, so clientele stop
Knockin' at my do', fuck no, I don't have no
More dealins not bein' sold
'Cause it's too hot, plus I'm on parole
I'm closin' down shop, so clientele stop
Knockin' at my do', fuck no, I don't have no
More dealins not bein' sold
'Cause it's too hot, plus I'm on parole

It's 12 in the noon, I'm just wakin' up from a flight
Vics been knockin' at my do' all goddamn night
And my ho, she fuckin' talkin' 'bout she tired of that
Dick her down, tell her 'bout how much paper we can stack
'Cause they runnin' for the smack, and the shit I got raw
Don't you be a dog, these dealins might bust your hog
And the niggas that I get it from supplies the city
They got other niggas with it, but they bags be shitty
'Cause they tryna put too much cut on the dope
To make a little more ends, the only persons goin' is they friends
You got twenty dollar bags, they got ten
So now you goin' at your boy and them shorty again
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 hot, A.G.M. like I'm gankin' my spot
But I got my shit cocked 'cause I ain't 'bout doin' no more time
Y'all got on the bulletproof vests, I got on mines
Bullets be flyin', be flyin'

I'm closin' down shop, so clientele stop
Knockin' at my do', fuck no, I don't have no
More dealins not bein' sold
'Cause it's too hot, plus I'm on parole

I'm closin' down shop 'cause my clientele's gettin' too big
I got these laws on my balls and they sweatin' my shit
Don't be knockin' at my door, they got my spot too hot
These suckas runnin' on my cutters out my quarter shop
Two baby mamas, four kids, three mack-11s, three cars
About thirteen boo-boos, I'm just a ghetto superstar
On parole, convicted felon, known for 187s and 211s
A young nigga down to do whatever
First and fifteenth checks, vics blowin' up my beeper
Buku pages, no credit, my shit is cut up and ready
I'm on top, never drop, pushin' keys to rocks
But I gotta close shop 'cause my spot's too hot

I'm closin' down shop, so clientele stop
Knockin' at my do', fuck no, I don't have no
More dealins not bein' sold
'Cause it's too hot, plus I'm on parole
I'm closin' down shop, so clientele stop
Knockin' at my do', fuck no, I don't have no
More dealins not bein' sold
'Cause it's too hot, plus I'm on parole

Bitch you tried to catch the wrong niggas
Now tell the truth, didn't we came in strapped nigga?
React nigga, watch me be the one to see you last
You keep talkin' trash, I'ma be the one behind the mask
Blastin' at your pussy ass, what?
Boy you disrespect my clique, you stupid bitch
I'm 'bout to jump off in your shit
I rumble in the jungle with the fiercest vics
And I climb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks
And I swim the biggest ocean with the biggest fuckin' fish
If I ever hear you speak these filthy words again
I told you motherfuckers I was comin'
I brought the tank motherfucker, stop runnin'
Don't move a fuckin' muscle
Got no time for no wrestlin', got no time for no tusslin'
Shut it down