Get Rich or Die Tryin' Page #4

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- 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...

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