Get Rich or Die Tryin' Page #3

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Dance for daddy. That's right, baby.

Put in some ice.

Yeah.

- Stir that sh*t up a little.

- What the f*** is that?

It's a refreshing drink, that's what it is.

Make that sh*t chill.

There you go. That's right.

- Damn, nigga.

- What is it called?

- See that?

- What's that supposed to be?

- I don't know, man.

- Go figure it out, man.

- Pure crystal.

- Yeah.

Now the nigga got his own

drug-manufacturing company...

just like Merck.

See this sh*t?

This gonna take us out of the ghetto.

But there are rules to the house.

Rule number one:

Never leave this product in the house.

Rule number two:
Get your own crew.

Number three:
Gotta have discipline in

your crew, trust. Gotta be tough on 'em.

Rule number four:

Don't praise a nigga too much...

otherwise he gonna think you soft.

Rule number five: Don't show no love.

Love will get you killed.

See this?

It's like a b*tch.

You f*** a b*tch,

don't let a b*tch f*** you.

You a man?

You don't need nothing

or no one to get you through.

This b*tch...

This b*tch will take your soul.

Y'all niggas ain't got no family,

all you got is respect.

Don't ever forget that.

Don't ever forget that.

Rule number six:
Don't ever

take the panties off of this b*tch.

All right, let's get out of here.

Everybody had their own territory.

Ours was right next to the Colombians.

What the f***ing hell are you doing

on my f***ing block?

What the f***ing hell are you doing

on my f***ing block!

What are you doing

on my f***ing block?

What the f*** are you doing

on my block?

What the f*** are you doing

on my f***ing block, I asked you!

Hey, hey, hey.

Yeah, that tough guy sh*t's

out the window now, right?

Get the f*** out of here.

I kill you, motherf***er.

Hey, I like what you did back there,

but if you need me to...

- What?

- Know what I mean?

You trying to threaten me?

No. I'm just saying if you want me

to do something for you, I'll do it.

He know me.

You know this nigga?

Seen him around?

Justice.

What's up, boy?

Good to see you, Antwan.

The last of my crew was a fat nigga

named Keryl, who was fast on his feet.

So that was the crew.

Antwan, Justice, Keryl and myself.

Four niggas dedicated to one thing

and one thing only...

getting paid and getting laid.

- It's pumping out there? Huh?

- Voil.

- What the f*** y'all doing?

- What it look like, man?

- What the f*** is this?

- What the f***?

You smoking crack up in here?

What the f***'s wrong with you?

- Get the f*** out.

- It's all good, man.

- Come on, let's go.

- What the f***'s your problem, man?

What the f***, man?

We got it going on, man.

- What the hell's your problem?

- What the f*** wrong with you, nigga?

Relax. Back it up.

Calm down, nigga.

You know where you at?

You sold me this sh*t.

What the f***'s your problem, man?

Relax, man.

We sell it. We don't smoke it.

Get the f*** out. Come on.

Sit your little ass back down

and enjoy your brew.

N*gger, this Marcus' place.

Don't ever disrespect this sh*t.

- What the f*** wrong with you?

- All right, nigga. All right, man.

Peace.

Is this the Dangerous CD?

This guy is ill.

You don't wanna battle me in the street

with my heat

Them things'll bust

with Dangerous

I need some space...

'cause y'all are riding Dangerous' nuts

a little too hard over here.

This is street life, all right

The only life I know

Bag it up, hit the block

Watch the product go

I got supreme clientele

So it's sale after sale

Fire at my feet, fiends all around

Don't cross the yellow tape

- Let's go.

- Why?

Y'all gotta go, too. Come on.

We gotta go to work.

I was always the first up.

No matter how hard we partied...

I made sure my crew worked

twice as hard.

The busiest days for us

were the 1st and the 15th...

when the welfare checks came in.

Hey, hey, man.

You're damaging my merchandise.

- You like cars?

- Yeah.

You know, we could use some help

around here, maybe washing cars...

since you like

putting fingerprints on things.

- No, I ain't washing no cars, man.

- So what you wanna do?

- I wanna buy it.

- Yeah? You got a license?

- No.

- I tell you what.

You get you a license, you get you

some money, come talk to me.

Oh, I'll get the money.

Crack meant money,

money meant power...

and power meant war.

Yo, come here, man. Come here.

We shot the Colombians.

They shot us.

Crackheads robbed the Korean store

so many times...

poor guy went crazy.

Things got so hot after the death

of those innocent kids...

that even Levar Cahill

had to show up to the funeral.

But his real intentions were

to cool things down...

with the Colombians.

Listen, everything's gonna be all right.

Look at this nigga Odell.

How much money you think

his motherfucking teeth worth?

$100,000? $200,000?

I got someone I want you to meet, man.

Yo, Marcus.

There's the n*gger motherf***er, man.

- You know who this is?

- How you doing, Mr. Cahill?

- Who's this little nigga?

- This here our employee of the month.

- Yeah, he a worker bee.

- He looks familiar.

- Remember Katrina?

- Katrina?

Trina.

This here her baby boy.

Ain't this a b*tch?

So you out there grinding,

making some money for me, huh?

Yeah.

Mr. Cahill...

you like a god to me.

Like a god.

Son...

I am God.

God, Allah, Buddha...

all rolled up into one big nigga.

Five-O.

Motherfuckers got more sh*t on me,

put me away for 20 or 30 years.

That's why I got to pay them

so much money.

Levar put his arms around Delgato...

and just like that, the war ended.

Yes, that is it.

That's what I want, right there.

Okay, ladies, this time what I want,

you're with Dangerous...

And how did you get involved

with Dangerous?

Kid lost his chain, man.

Out here in the streets,

lose your chain, lose your balls.

I found it, gave it back to him.

That's what I do.

I protect him, you know?

Try to look out for him.

- What about those guys?

- Right there is your American dream.

- What about those guys?

- Right there is your American dream.

Hey, yo, Marcus!

Go take a picture.

- Dangerous.

- Yeah, what's up?

- Mind if we take a picture with you?

- All right, man.

Ladies.

All right, you guys

are the baddest gangstas in the city.

Do your thing.

Let's see what you got.

That's it, be hardcore.

- You want to...

- Hey, hey.

- I gotta talk to you.

- Can you look this way?

All right. That's enough. We got it.

We got it.

Deal with the f***ing crackhead.

What's up, buddy?

How you doing, man? Come on.

- Come on with me. That's cool.

- I can't right now.

Get your f***ing b*tch-ass over there.

What the f*** you doing?

Hey, man, I got money, see?

You know I don't take no coins, man!

I would take coins.

Hell, I'd take pennies

if that's all a fiend had.

Back again?

Hey, you need anything else?

Go get some dealer plates.

That's what I'm talking about, man.

Can't wait till niggas see me in this.

What?

What you say?

What the f*** did you say?

I'll kill you, nigga.

Hey, why don't you get

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