It's gettin real cold outside
Im bouta make this a cold winter
All my corner store n**uhs
My heart is pure
N.o.t. banger
I stand in front of the corner store
Ran into n**uhs I done robbed before
Wearin the sh** that I robbed em for
I ain't even feel alarmed at all
My heart is pure
I hustle in fronta the corner store
I move yay, soft, hard, and all
My man mom sniff bombs of raw
I never sold to his moms before
My heart is pure
Ya catch me slippin by the corner store
You want some points? grab ya crons and score
If it was me I woulda pushed off yours
I respect the art of war
My heart is pure
This for my n***as by the corner store
All for one, One for all, back on the wall
I dont know why they coppin work
Where they gon sell it?
They can't hustle here
What, I gotta spell it?
Any objections?
You n**is draw weapons
Cause I got a fetish
For leavin flesh reddish
When I told em I wasn't energetic
I calmly put the bug in his ear
What I gotta yell it?
You n***as hard headed
I feel disrespected
n**is don't believe sh** stink til they smell it
When you got some nice j**els
And n***as come debted
You say they hatin on you
That sh** sound pathetic
I listen when yall talk
All you rappers said it
Yall wanna know the truth
Well ima bout to tell it
When a n***a strait p**y
He can't rock a necklace
He dont deserve that
I ain't talkin reckless
Thats a honor in the hood
Ain't nobody jealous
If he a bird then pluck his feathers
Back in the days only the kings wore gold
They wore it til they perished
If we dont cherish that
What the f** we gon cherish
Its a time when you gotta ill out quick
But its a time when you gotta be on some chill out sh**
n**is told you to chill
Take a look at the big picture
You dont want to chill
You want to be a gorilla
Everybody chillen
They just tryin get skrilla
You dont wanna chill
You wanna be a ice grilla
You just chill out
You probably get rich quicker
Instead wit yo gun
Cause you ain't got no chin k**a
Really need to chill out
b**h n**uh hit you right in ya chin and make you chill
Thats what I call a chinchilla
Papoose
Im a star like the big dipper
Thats why Im a 45th gripper
Rappers livin in denial
You dont wanna admit Im the king b**h
You denyin the truth
Bow to ya defeat prick
You lies makin me seasick
Stop livin in denial
Da nile is a river in egypt
Find me in the corner store eatin some sweet sh**
Crack the door
Spit out the sunflower seeds quick
Papi on the phone tryin snitch and I peeped it
He just started workin here
He a complete snitch
This n***a think he slick
I smack papi over the counter
Dropped all the super bubbles and beef sticks
n***as tellin me I need to dead my beef quick
I laughed at em
Yall some funny cats like heathcliff
Talk that dead the beef sh**
Whay would I dead the beef
When I can dead the n**uhs I got beef with
Im just gettin started
This just the preliminary
I redefine nice
Im a physical dictionary
Write the stages of my mission on my itinerary
My mission is to conquer this game
Im a missionary
I got this locked down
Ya freedom is temporary
I imprison and envision the visionary
I place rappers in the cemetary
So if I put ya name in my verse
Welcome to the obituary
Out for dead presidents you n***as hear me
So I go to war for the president just like the military
Baybridge Hold Down Ya Corner Store
Bed-Stuy Hold Down Ya Corner Store
Thug-a-cation Hold Down Ya corner Store
This cat loose, Papoose, My Heart Is Pure