Get Rich or Die Tryin'

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Let's do this.

Where the f*** you been, kid?

I'm starving here.

Oh, sh*t!

- Relax. Take it easy.

- Shut your f***in' mouth!

Nobody move, nobody get hurt.

Put the money in the bag.

Lay your ass f***ing down!

Put the money in the bag!

Where the 100s at? Where the 100s at?

In the f***ing bag. Lay it.

What you got over there?

Only ones. F***ing fives.

Check the back, man.

You make one move

and I'm gonna blow your head off.

You, stop f***ing moving, all right?

Lay down.

Where the big bills?

What y'all got in there?

Come on, hurry up, hurry up.

- Yo, where's the rest of the lottos at?

- Hundreds.

See now, I'm trying real hard

with you motherfuckers!

I'm trying to understand you!

Where's the f***ing lottos at?

Where's the money?

You know Delgato?

You know who you're f***ing with?

Yeah.

You know who you f***ing with?

You f***ing with Majestic's crew.

- B*tch, come here.

- No. Let him go.

- No! No!

- Come here.

Which one's your f***ing mama?

Hey, b*tch, this your kid right here?

Now, I'm gonna count to three...

and then I'm gonna

blow his little head off, okay?

- One.

- That's enough. Let's go.

Two.

- Where's the money?

- Let's go! Let's go!

I said, let's go.

Oh, baby, come on!

How you gonna do this sh*t right now?

I told you, don't shoot nobody.

The first thing you do when we walk in

this motherf***er is shoot somebody.

'Cause that's what I do!

I kill motherfuckers, you know that!

You know, till I met you...

I didn't even get no respect

from anybody, you know?

None worth, you know, mentioning...

But I f***ing love you!

I'd do anything for you.

- This motherf***er's crazy.

- I'm your f***ing man!

- Where's the f***ing money?

- I said, let's go, nigga!

Now you go

and call me a f***ing nigga, man.

You gonna call me a nigga in front of

these motherfucking Colombians?

- Where's the f***ing money?

- I said, I don't know.

I said, let's go.

All right. 'Cause that's all I am?

A nigga?

Take your f***ing money...

and you shoot this nigga

and go on with your b*tch-ass life!

If you gonna be a man, be a man

and shoot me, motherf***er!

Do you understand?

- No, no, please.

- Take it easy.

Please.

- Then calm the f*** down right there.

- Take it easy.

Get your ass back in there.

Please.

- Come on.

- F*** that b*tch, let's go!

You coward. I'll kill you.

F***ing crazy-ass b*tch!

I f***ing love you!

Come on.

Yo, yo, yo.

Lying there...

staring down the barrel of that nine...

I knew I was about to die.

I don't know why I was

expecting my father to rescue me.

I realized I had been looking for him

all my life.

Marcus!

This is my search.

That's my mom.

Those were the days.

Things you do

That keeps me satisfied

Problem was,

everyone was in love with my mom...

so anyone could be my dad.

One thing I was certain of,

I didn't have a white daddy.

And sure as hell, he wasn't a cop...

black or white.

Spent a lot of time

at my grandmother's.

That was a crowded house

with eight mouths to feed...

not including me.

Anybody know

how these things work, huh?

Hey, Marcus.

Hey y'all.

Help your granddaddy.

Show me how that work, huh?

- What you want, football?

- Yeah, football.

There you go.

Boy's a genius, huh?

Can you watch him for an hour?

Katrina, you know I'll watch him.

Thank you.

- I don't want that money.

- Come on, Mom.

Katrina, I said I don't need that money.

He's family.

Why you keep

leaving him like this, Katrina?

Bye.

- Bye.

- Take care.

That's my Uncle Deuce.

- You look after him, okay?

- Pay you back.

He was the oldest and the meanest.

What's going on, homie?

You okay?

It's Saturday.

Mama's gotta work

to buy you those sneakers.

Smile.

Smile.

Oh, baby, I love you.

- I love you, too.

- I gotta go, okay?

Okay.

- Hey, Marcus, you coming out?

- Can I go out?

- Go on.

- Yo, Marcus!

Come on, Marcus. Come on.

Hey, how you doing?

Come on, let's go, Marcus.

Bye, Mom!

- Bye.

- Bye.

That boy got the bug bad.

Hey, right here. I'm open!

I knew my mom sold drugs...

but it didn't mean nothing to me

but good sneakers and school clothes.

Yes!

She always made sure

I had the best of everything.

You know what's really happening

It's happening

'Cause this is my crew

and it's happening

And this is how we do

when it's happening

Cause it's happening

Couldn't get next you

Listen

When you're ready I'll be ready

So you let me know

Any way you want to go, girl

I'm down to go

Young Caesar busting through

with the incredible flow

You ain't never heard an MC

like this before

Turn the boombox up

Let the sounds play

Run DMC, Cool J, NWA

If I was your best friend

I'd want you around all the time

Best friend

Girl, I wanna make you mine

Best friend

Girl, you know I think you're fine

Best friend. Together, me and you

Hey, Mom.

It's 3:
00 in the morning.

It is?

- So who's your best friend?

- Nobody.

Anybody.

A girl.

Promise me...

that you are gonna treat the girls right.

- What?

- Promise me...

that you're gonna treat the girls right.

Okay.

Are you all right, Mom?

But I know I can't live without my radio

F***ing Slim. What's he doing here?

That's the purest coke right there.

Don't get out of the car.

What's going on? What you doing, huh?

- I'm handling my business...

- You handling your business?

Get the f*** out of here!

What the f*** are you doing?

I got sh*t on my boot, b*tch.

What the f*** are you doing?

Get the f*** out of here!

- Get your ass...

- What the f***?

- Stay there.

- Get the f*** off!

I'll kill your ass! You hear me?

- I'll shoot your ass, b*tch! You hear me?

- Kill my ass?

I'll kill you.

I'll chew your ass up and kill you, b*tch!

Majestic told me

I could work this corner.

- You hear me, b*tch?

- Stay off my f***ing block!

- I said, f*** you!

- Hang on. Hang on.

- I said, f*** you! F*** you.

- Get the f*** out of here.

F*** out.

Rick James-looking motherf***er!

- Hey, what's wrong with you?

- F*** you, b*tch.

Katrina, calm down. Look...

- Get the f*** off of me!

- Katrina.

- Shut the f*** up, Majestic!

- Hey, wait.

Go back to prison.

Why did you get out of the car?

Why did you get out of the car?

I was going to protect you.

Baby boy...

don't grow up too quick.

Come on, let's go.

I don't know.

That motherfucking nigga Slim,

trying to play me...

and then Majestic's b*tch ass

tried to come in and...

I mean, where the f*** has he been?

The thing is,

parents think you see nothing.

You see everything.

I think you're fine

Mom, that's private.

First we get to talking

Then we get to touching

When we get past the phone games

We'll be humping

When we get past the phone games

We'll be humping

I kiss like the French do

Put my tongue in your ear

Do it like the dogs do it, girl

and pull on your hair

For me different scenery

just means a different position

In the bushes, hide and seek

I could get next to you, listen

When you're ready I'll be ready

So you let me know

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