It's gettin real cold outside

Im bouta make this a cold winter

All my corner store nigguhs

My heart is pure

N.o.t. banger

I stand in front of the corner store

Ran into nigguhs I done robbed before

Wearin the shit 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 niggas 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 niggis 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 niggas hard headed

I feel disrespected

Niggis don't believe shit stink til they smell it

When you got some nice jewels

And Niggas come debted

You say they hatin on you

That shit 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 nigga strait pussy

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 fuck we gon cherish

Its a time when you gotta ill out quick

But its a time when you gotta be on some chill out shit

Niggis 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 killa

Really need to chill out

Bitch nigguh 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 bitch

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 shit

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 nigga think he slick

I smack papi over the counter

Dropped all the super bubbles and beef sticks

Niggas tellin me I need to dead my beef quick

I laughed at em

Yall some funny cats like heathcliff

Talk that dead the beef shit

Whay would I dead the beef

When I can dead the nigguhs 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 niggas 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