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Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close thatlittle quarter shop we got on Broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro wegotta lay low nigga fuckI m closin down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause its too hot plus I m on parole x2It s twelve in the noon, I m just wakin up from a flight Hicks been knockin at my door all goddamn nightAnd my hoe she busted talkin about she tired of thatDeep and down tell her bout how much paper we be stackin Cause they run from that smack and that shit I got rawDont ya be a dog, this dealy might bust your heartAnd the niggas that I get it from supplys the cityThey got other niggas with it but they bags be shittyCause they tryin to put too much cut on the dopeTo make a little ends but the only person scorin is theyfriendsThey got twenty dollar bags they got tenBut now you going let your boy move all the endsNow see my clients they know what the fuck they be buyin They be comin shop be closed and they still be runninMakin my shop high and they might come kick it in my spotBut I got my shit got cause I aint about doin no more timeYou got on them bullet proof vests I got on mines Bullets be flyin, flyinI m closin down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause its too hot plus I m on paroleI m closin down shop cause my clientels gettin too bigI got these laws on my balls and they sweatin my shitDope fiends knockin at my door, they got my spot too hotThese suckas runnin on my colors on my quarter shopTwo baby mommas, four kids three mack elevensThree cars about thirteen boo boo sI m just a ghetto superstar On parole, convicted felon known for 187 s and 211 s A young nigga down to do whateverFirst and fifteenth checks fix blowin up my beeperBooKoo pages new credit, my shit is cut up and readyI m on top never drop pushin keys that rockBut I gotta close shop cause my spots too hot I m closin down shop so clientel stops Knockin at my door fuck no I dont have no more dealys not bein soldCause its too hot plus I m on parole x2(Magic laughs)I m closin down shop...Bitches tryin to catch the wrong niggas, now tell the truthYou aint hear we came in strapped nigga, react niggaWatch for me you dont wanna see me last, keep talkin trashI m gonna be the one behind the mask, blastin at your pussy assWhat, boy you disrespect my click you stupid bitchI m about to jump off in your shit I rumble in the jungle with the fiercist peice aliveClimb the biggest mountain with the highest peaks it highSpoon the biggest ocean with the biggets pocket fish If I ever hear you speak these filthy words againI 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
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