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