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The Blueprint
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Corner Store Showdown
Corner store in any U.S. town Barber shop next door, church two doors down Tire shop is adjacent, owned by Africans Talk politics and get your flat fixed On summer nights, the block looks a lot like Freaknik Park across the street, but don't nobody picnic Usually used for drug sales and hitting licks There's only one way into and one way out of it Store owner got a big ass gun Known to be the first to pull out and last to run They say he got a benz he won't even drive to the store He know his business does better if he looks like he's poor His store's wack, but it's always packed Make me wonder if he's really selling coke out the back, hmmm Last thing that my neighborhood needs I'mm writing 'greed' on his shit when his bitch ass leaves But not tonight, now I'm just casing the joint So when I do hit it up, my shit can be on point Did the stats, I'm posted at the best spot possible; a bench inside the park with night-vision binoculars Did a double take, adjusted my focus familiar face walking by that look just like 'oh shit!' Cat by the name of Anthony Portis As luck would have it, he's number four on my list I knew he lived close but he was hard to find No car, no employment record of any kind Life time drug addict, real grimy Did time for raping chicks and missed most of the 90s Still running wild at 45 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Probably rob an old lady if it help him survive He's skinny as fuck, results of his lifetime addiction But not who I fought with and suspected of killing the kid Thought about leaving, but stuck around When I seen him creep behind the store into the alley and crouch down My mommy ain't raise no dummies He either about to get high or about to try to get money Came back, hand tucked in his carhartt jacket Ski mask on his face and a long ass ratchet So I learned over and grabbed my video camera If it's about to go down then I'm about to catch it He waited on the last car to leave the lot Walked up backwards, took a last pull of the pot Swung around towards the counter, big ass gun cocked 'I want the cash and the drugs or your ass getting' shot!' My dude got balls, but he lost his mind For even thinking that the owner was alone at night They usually roll deep right around closing time so while he emptied out the register they crept up behind Two shot hit him right in his spine While he struggled not to fall, the owner pointed his nine Let off a couple, sounded like the fourth of July He was head but they still shot his ass twenty times Horrified, I scream to myself and wait for the gunshots to end so I can plan my escape Reach over to my bag put my goggles away Take the camera off the tripod, eject my tape
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