Get Rich or Die Tryin' Page #2

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Any way you wanna go, girl

I'm down to go

Young Caesar busting through

- Where did you get this?

- Marcus.

I hate you.

- See you later.

- Okay.

I'll be back tonight.

Charlene's stepdad sent her away

to live with her grandparents.

My mom was supposed to

come pick me up that night.

But she never arrived.

Neighbors said they heard

voices raised in a jealous rage.

Soon after that,

the dogs were heard barking.

And after that...

flames were seen

coming from the window.

Class, move right in. Move right in.

Hey, Mr. Matthews,

I brought my homework.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

"I will fear no evil, for thou art with me...

"thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

"Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine..."

I was wondering whether

my father would show up to the funeral.

"...my head with oil,

my cup runneth over."

Maybe even her killer.

"...mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life...

"and I will dwell..."

For all I knew,

they were the same person.

...concludes the service

for this afternoon. Thank you.

You okay, B. G?

She was a special lady.

You gonna have to let her go.

I'll never let her go.

You're a good son.

Come on.

- He looked like Rick James.

- Who?

Slim.

- What size are you?

- Six.

- Who did these belong to?

- Your Uncle Deuce.

Dear Lord, thank you for this food,

and bless it to our bodies.

- Amen.

- Thank you, Ma.

Smells good.

Hey! Come on, man! Yo!

You gots to be quick.

Gimme some of that food.

More bread, Ma.

Move over, man.

Take your foot out my face.

I don't have any room.

- Calm your ass down.

- Shut up.

- Come on, move over, man.

- Calm your ass down!

- I said, come on, man!

- Calm your ass down!

- Move over!

- Go to sleep. Sleep!

Oh, f***! What the hell!

Sh*t! I'm gonna skin your ass!

- What was that?

- What happened?

Hey! What the hell is going on here?

Cut it out!

- Look, get up.

- He poured a bucket of water on me!

Kid's crazy, just like his damn mother!

- Shut up, or I do it again!

- Just like your damn mother!

Hey! Hey! Get upstairs, Deuce!

Come on!

Tell me now,

who's your daddy, Marcus?

Get upstairs! Go on, you, upstairs.

Don't know who your daddy is, huh?

You gonna be all right here

for a few years?

Yeah.

Don't worry about it, Marcus.

You'll get those shoes one day.

- Don't worry about it. They're jerks.

- I'll see you later, Antwan.

It was time to join the family business.

- What's up, man?

- Two dimes.

All right.

And he said, no way!

- Here you go.

- Thank you, man.

- Where you from?

- Jersey, baby!

I can tell, man. I can tell.

Hey.

- What you want?

- What you got?

- I got dime bags.

- Twenty.

All right. Here you go. Yo, man!

What the f*** you doing? It's my corner!

All right, man. All right.

What you want? You want some of this?

You f***ing through, nigga!

- You f*** off...

- F*** off, man.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Come here, Jake.

- He's stealing our corner!

- Cool it. Hey, come here.

- Get off!

- Matt, get out of here.

- Yeah, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Come here.

- What the f*** are you doing out here?

- Come on, we out.

Look at me.

You know what time it is, huh?

Where'd you get this sh*t?

Where'd you get this sh*t?

I can't tell you that.

Oh, you can't tell me that?

Get in the car.

You know what you are, kid?

- You're an entrepreneur.

- Just like his mama.

But you can't just go walking up

on other niggas' territories like that.

Respect is the most important thing

in life.

Your respect can go a long way.

What you doing out there, anyway?

You still going to school?

You know what you gonna get out there,

don't you?

It's full of long, lonely nights. Hard days.

- Is that what you want?

- I'm in it for the money.

- How much you get?

- Enough.

Enough?

- For what?

- Sneakers.

You need anything else?

A gun.

What you need a gun for?

I don't know.

I didn't know what I wanted a gun for,

but I got one anyway.

- What's up, little man?

- What's up, man?

- Looking for some heat?

- Yeah, what you got?

This is what I got for you.

You like that.357, huh?

That's gonna run you $250.

All right. It's all there.

Yo, hold up, hold up.

Let me tell you something, little nigga.

You get busted,

you didn't get this from me.

Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang

Gangsta, gangsta

That's what you looking at

Gangsta, gangsta

That's what you looking at

They call me Uncle Deuce

After Tupac, everybody wanted to be

a gangsta rapper.

And if Tupac wasn't dead,

Deuce's rapping would've killed him.

I might take your bones

and suck your marrow

Suck your...

Man, that's f***ing wack, yo.

Give me the damn f***ing weed.

F***ing "marrow" sh*t.

Cannibal bullshit.

Yeah.

I can't take this.

I'm gonna do the laundry.

Ready to pop off my deuce deuce

'Cause I'm a gangsta gangsta

I'm the realest sh*t

I'm from the Bronx, yo

Don't make me have to come up

and run up on you, yeah

It's Deuce Deuce running this live

Yo, yo!

Passing through.

Okay, where's the detergent?

Goddamn detergent.

Ma, where's the detergent?

- Why are you going through my stuff?

- What?

Why you going through my stuff?

What are you doing with a loaded gun

in my house? Come back here!

I wasn't thinking straight when I went

back to school that afternoon.

You'll pay a fine of $500.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

- It's your fault I got caught.

- My fault?

If I didn't have to hide who I was,

I wouldn't have got caught.

- Then who are you?

- I'm in f***ing hell!

Living in a basement

I can't even stand up straight in.

You'll wind up just like your mama.

At least mama's not here on her knees,

washing floors like you.

- Roy, stop!

- Don't you speak to me like that!

I've got her blood in my veins. My mama

ain't live like no second-class nigga.

I'm a gangsta, Grandpa,

and I'm proud of it.

- You son of a...

- Let him go, Roy.

If you really want it, you can have it.

Are you related to Mr. Majestic?

No.

I had my own space...

and I could concentrate

on my dream of being a rapper.

Young Caesar, first tape, first song.

Gotta Get Outta Hell.

Fire at my feet, fiends all around

Don't cross the yellow tape

Homicide's in town

Homicide's in town.

Fire at my feet, fiends all around

Don't cross the yellow tape

Homicide's in town

Homicide's... Homicide's in town.

Why the f*** I ain't write it down?

Damn, I'm f***ing hungry.

After three hours,

I gave up my career as a rapper...

and went back to selling coke.

The thing about being a coke dealer

on the corner...

it was lousy pay.

And if you added up all the hours

and time spent waiting around...

it was like minimum wage.

And if you added in the time

you were likely to spend in prison...

it was less than minimum wage.

But then, one day...

- Baking soda.

- ... everything changed.

Good.

Watch that sh*t.

- Add that sh*t to that.

- What you gonna do with that, yo?

Done f***ed up now.

See how she moves?

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