Blueprint - Cornerstore Showdown lyrics
[Blueprint - Cornerstore Showdown lyrics]
Corner store in any US 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 lot look 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 do better if
He looks like he 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'm 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 past
That look just like "oh shit!"
Cat by the name of Anthony Portis
As luck would have it
He 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
Probably rob a old lady if
It help him survive he's skinny as fuck
Results of his lifetime addictions
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 momma ain't raise no dummies
He either 'bout to get high or
'bout to try to get money
Came back, hand tucked in his carhart jacket
Ski mask on his face and a long ass ratchet
So I leaned over grabbed my video camera
If it's about to go down then
I'm about to catch it
He waited for the last car to leave the lot
Walked up backwards
Took his last pull of the pot
Swung around towards the counter
Big ass gun cocked
"I want the cash and the drugs
Or your ass gettin' 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 (blaow! blaow)
Two shots caught 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 dead 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
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 lot look 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 do better if
He looks like he 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'm 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 past
That look just like "oh shit!"
Cat by the name of Anthony Portis
As luck would have it
He 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
Probably rob a old lady if
It help him survive he's skinny as fuck
Results of his lifetime addictions
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 momma ain't raise no dummies
He either 'bout to get high or
'bout to try to get money
Came back, hand tucked in his carhart jacket
Ski mask on his face and a long ass ratchet
So I leaned over grabbed my video camera
If it's about to go down then
I'm about to catch it
He waited for the last car to leave the lot
Walked up backwards
Took his last pull of the pot
Swung around towards the counter
Big ass gun cocked
"I want the cash and the drugs
Or your ass gettin' 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 (blaow! blaow)
Two shots caught 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 dead 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