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Harlem life is... Harlem life...

Harlem life is hard body.

Uptown, baby. Holler.

Harlem life is hard.

Harlem life is hard body.

Less than 16 but eight.

But eight to sum it up,

and make this whole city late.

Less than 16 but eight.

To sum it up,

and make this whole city late.

Sh*t.

But eight...

All right. Freeze.

Do not move.

Sorry, Ma.

I just needed the money.

So is this how you got

your MP3?

Hello?

Money for what?

Cross the street.

For what?

- For a contest.

- What contest?

The winner gets a record deal.

It's tonight. Look, I had no choice.

Rob, you always have a choice.

Always.

It's not like you would

have given me cash.

Try me.

You ain't never wonder why a car

like that was just sitting there?

Parked like that?

Whose is it?

Electric.

- Who's that?

- He's syndicate.

- Syndicate?

- The Mafia, son.

- Are you serious, man?

- Yeah, I'm serious, son.

Damn.

What up, what up, what up, yo?

Let's hear it for Young Rome.

And now, my dog

from the pound, y'all.

DJ Trippe and Rob Royce.

Hey, yo, what's good, fam?

Coming straight out of Harlem.

We gonna have a

good time tonight.

It's gonna be all good.

Put your hands up.

That's that punk

that ripped off my rims?

Let's shut this club down.

- This way.

- I gotta get my mom.

- I'll get your mother. Just go, man.

- Sh*t!

Okay. No.

I'll call you back. Bye.

Who was that?

Ma.

It was your father.

My father?

I thought you said

you didn't know where he was.

Well, I do.

He's in Puerto Rico,

and he wants you

to come stay with him

for a little while.

I don't even know that dude.

I don't know what he looks like.

- He's still your father.

- To me, he's not.

Someone shot at you last

night in front of my own eyes.

Ma, what you want me to do,

keep running?

You are going, and that is that.

I love you, son.

Robert?

Yeah.

- Let me take this for you.

- No, no, it's cool, I got it.

The car is over here.

You speak Spanish?

No.

It's okay.

Most people here speak English.

You're gonna meet Marivi,

my wife, and Javi.

This is Marivi.

It's very nice to meet you.

Hi.

We made a bed for you.

It's not much...

...but it's yours

as long as you need it.

It's much more comfortable

than it looks.

Well, then. I...

I guess I better be getting

back to work.

I'll see you in the morning.

Well, I'm sure you're tired, so...

The bathroom is down the hall.

Okay. Have a good night, okay?

Thanks.

Good morning.

How did you sleep?

Fine, thanks.

Now, I hope you're hungry.

Breakfast is almost ready.

Javi.

Javi, come on.

I have to go.

- Robert, this is Javi.

- What's up?

This is Robert.

He was so excited to meet you.

But anyway, I have to go to work,

so you make yourself at home.

Show him around.

You know, show him the city.

And, okay, here is some money

your dad left...

...just in case

you need anything.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Okay? Bye-bye.

- You smoke?

- Smoke what?

New York, really?

One day I would love

to live in New York.

My father told me a lot of stories

about New York.

Your father?

Where is he?

He died.

He died like a few years ago.

- I'm sorry, man.

- That's okay, man.

I hear you have some problems

back home.

You see that bald guy on the left?

Up there.

You ever need anything,

he's the guy to talk to.

He'll take care of you

as long as he likes you.

Oh, okay.

How you say?

It's the unofficial mayor

of the neighborhood.

Oh, you wanna go to Old San Juan,

get some piraguas?

- I got money, brother. I got money.

- Oh, so that's how you do it?

You ask for money,

you get money, right?

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