Get Rich or Die Tryin' Page #7

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- I got something else in mind.

- What you talking about?

And that's when I made

the biggest mistake of my life.

I'm telling you,

Colombians are like clockwork, right?

They got a nice little set-up...

to take care of

their little paper problems.

So we ain't gotta worry about no five-o

or nothing like that, you know?

'Cause these cats ain't trying

to draw no attention to themselves.

- See, just like clockwork, Delgato.

- Are we doing this?

Yeah, we gonna do it.

So, what you think, man?

This is a robbery.

We gonna go in there,

we gonna do what we gotta do...

- and we ain't gonna hurt nobody.

- For real, man.

- What the f*** is that, man?

- It's Spanish.

You don't know

no motherfucking Spanish.

What the f*** is qu ser?

What the f*** are you talking about?

Let that sh*t ride, man.

I thought I heard

my mother call my name.

I thought I heard

my mother call my name.

Turned out it was my grandma.

That's what saved my life.

Marcus!

I told you.

Don't never betray me! Never!

Show no love.

Love will get you killed.

You have a gift.

You're a poet.

Don't let nobody take that from you.

Papa!

Eeney meeney miney mo.

Catch a nigga by the toe.

If I was your best friend

I'd want you around all the time

Could I be your best friend?

If I was your best friend

I'd want you around all the time

Marcus!

Marcus! Marcus!

Roy! God!

Marcus!

Call an ambulance!

- Where's the ambulance?

- I called the ambulance. Don't worry.

F*** the ambulance.

Fight this sh*t, Marcus! Fight this sh*t!

Roy, he's gone!

I died in the back of that truck.

What happened? What happened?

He's gone! He stopped breathing!

- What happened to him?

- He's shot.

Check his pulse.

More towels! More towels!

Hold my hand.

- No pulse.

- Joe, that goes in right there.

Push!

Okay, breathe now. Breathe. Breathe.

Clear.

- Push now, push!

- I can't!

Clear.

- No. Nothing.

- Okay.

Push!

All right, his eyes are open. All right.

He came. My baby came.

He's okay. He's fine.

He's fine.

Come on, Marcus.

Be strong, man. Stay strong.

- Watch his head.

- Be strong, man.

- Can I hold him?

- Yeah, here he comes.

Look, they threw a party

for your birthday, Marcus.

Four-year-old kid. Drive-by shooting.

One bullet, he dies.

This guy, riddled with bullets,

gonna live.

- Roll of the dice. Yeah, his wife...

- Girlfriend.

Yeah, girlfriend, whatever...

she told me she doesn't want us

to perform a tracheotomy.

- Why?

- I guess he's a singer.

Rapper.

I can't find the bloody remote.

Where's the remote?

- You need to eat something.

- Just put on your shoes.

- Is it cold down there?

- I can walk!

Don't you ever pull a gun on me.

What are you doing in the slave ship?

What you got in the bag?

- Anything else on you?

- No, man. That ain't for you.

Oh, sh*t.

Watch out, little nigga, watch out.

- Where'd you get this?

- Robbery.

- Where's Marcus?

- He's dead.

- He ain't dead.

- What?

He ain't f***ing dead.

I shot him, like, nine times.

You shot him nine times?

Yeah, Dangerous.

Running these streets.

Still got it. Top 40 on the pop lists.

I had nine bullets in me,

and Dangerous had a number-one hit.

I feel like I'm losing him.

He's given up.

Is this it?

This. This place? This life?

Is this it for us?

I'm lonely, Marcus.

I know you're in pain.

You've always had pain.

And I understood.

'Cause when I used to look at you,

it was like looking in the mirror.

Thought I knew you.

But when I look at you,

all I see is a weak person.

I feel sorry for your son.

He's just another little black boy

with nobody to look up to.

I don't want him to see you like this.

What are you doing?

What?

I can do without anything.

You can do without anything?

Can you do without me?

Can you do without little Antwan?

Talk to me.

Say something.

Charlene. Charlene.

I'm sorry.

No, baby. I'm so sorry.

Move it around some more.

- Feel.

- Feel what?

Your tongue?

Is that the fragment?

I wanna feel your body.

Whip your head, boy

With the back of the steel

I'll whip your head, boy

Your cap could get peeled

I'll whip your head, boy

Your ass could get killed

Two niggas in the front

Two niggas in the back

That's four niggas ridin' strapped

In Grandpa's Cadillac

Stop, stop.

- I sound like I'm slurring?

- Yeah, a little bit.

- It's the best one we got, though.

- Play it back.

Two niggas in the front

Two niggas in the back

That's four niggas ridin' strapped

In Grandpa's Cadillac

All right, let's do it again.

I'm up early in the mornin'

Tryin' to make a move

We coming in when your shorty

Take your lil' one to school

Even though she causes the drama

You love your baby mama

I hit her with the Llama

To get this cake

Give us the coke, the cash

The combo to the safe

Oh, she don't know it

Damn, okay, we'll wait

'Cause you can pray for a miracle

What's wrong?

My voice don't sound the same.

It's better.

- It's got more pain in it.

- For really.

Keep going, baby.

I'll whip your head, boy

With the back of the steel

I'll whip your head, boy

Your cap could get peeled

I'll whip your head, boy

Your ass could get killed

I'm up early in the mornin'

Tryin' to make a move

Comin' in when your shorty

Take your lil' one to school

Even though she cause the drama

You love your baby mama

I hit her with the Llama

To get this cake

I'll whip your head, boy

I'll whip your head, boy

Top feels so much better

than the bottom.

So much better.

Nigga, you's a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Nigga, you's a window shopper

In the jewelry store

Looking at sh*t you can't buy

Nigga, you's a window shopper

In the dealership

Trying to get a test drive

Nigga, you's a window shopper

Mad as f*** when you see me ride by

Summertime

White Porsche Carrera is milky

I'm on the grind

Let my paper stack when I'm filthy

It's funny how niggas

Get to screw-facing at me

Anyhow, they ain't got

The heart to get at me

I'll get down

Southside's the hood that I come from

So I don't cruise through nobody hood

Without my gun

You know the kid

Ain't goin' for all that bullshit

Try and stick me, I'm a let off a full clip

Everybody mad

When their paper don't stack right

But when I come around

Y'all niggas better act right

When we got the tops down

You can hear the system thump

Nigga, when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

Shut your block down

Who's your daddy, boy? Huh?

Nigga, when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

Nigga, when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

Who's your daddy?

I think I know why

Nigga, you's a window shopper

Mad as f*** when you see me ride by

You have to go back?

Yeah.

There's some things

I need the answers to.

I'd rather die like a man

than live like a coward.

Majestic really loved your mama.

One day he came to me and asked...

if there was anything

between me and your mother...

and I lied to him.

I told him

I was only trying to protect her.

It was far more than that.

Your mama didn't want

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