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 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