Get Rich or Die Tryin'

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Let's do this.

Where the f*** you been, kid?

I'm starving here.

Oh, sh*t!

- Relax. Take it easy.

- Shut your f***in' mouth!

Nobody move, nobody get hurt.

Put the money in the bag.

Lay your ass f***ing down!

Put the money in the bag!

Where the 100s at? Where the 100s at?

In the f***ing bag. Lay it.

What you got over there?

Only ones. F***ing fives.

Check the back, man.

You make one move

and I'm gonna blow your head off.

You, stop f***ing moving, all right?

Lay down.

Where the big bills?

What y'all got in there?

Come on, hurry up, hurry up.

- Yo, where's the rest of the lottos at?

- Hundreds.

See now, I'm trying real hard

with you motherfuckers!

I'm trying to understand you!

Where's the f***ing lottos at?

Where's the money?

You know Delgato?

You know who you're f***ing with?

Yeah.

You know who you f***ing with?

You f***ing with Majestic's crew.

- B*tch, come here.

- No. Let him go.

- No! No!

- Come here.

Which one's your f***ing mama?

Hey, b*tch, this your kid right here?

Now, I'm gonna count to three...

and then I'm gonna

blow his little head off, okay?

- One.

- That's enough. Let's go.

Two.

- Where's the money?

- Let's go! Let's go!

I said, let's go.

Oh, baby, come on!

How you gonna do this sh*t right now?

I told you, don't shoot nobody.

The first thing you do when we walk in

this motherf***er is shoot somebody.

'Cause that's what I do!

I kill motherfuckers, you know that!

You know, till I met you...

I didn't even get no respect

from anybody, you know?

None worth, you know, mentioning...

But I f***ing love you!

I'd do anything for you.

- This motherf***er's crazy.

- I'm your f***ing man!

- Where's the f***ing money?

- I said, let's go, nigga!

Now you go

and call me a f***ing nigga, man.

You gonna call me a nigga in front of

these motherfucking Colombians?

- Where's the f***ing money?

- I said, I don't know.

I said, let's go.

All right. 'Cause that's all I am?

A nigga?

Take your f***ing money...

and you shoot this nigga

and go on with your b*tch-ass life!

If you gonna be a man, be a man

and shoot me, motherf***er!

Do you understand?

- No, no, please.

- Take it easy.

Please.

- Then calm the f*** down right there.

- Take it easy.

Get your ass back in there.

Please.

- Come on.

- F*** that b*tch, let's go!

You coward. I'll kill you.

F***ing crazy-ass b*tch!

I f***ing love you!

Come on.

Yo, yo, yo.

Lying there...

staring down the barrel of that nine...

I knew I was about to die.

I don't know why I was

expecting my father to rescue me.

I realized I had been looking for him

all my life.

Marcus!

This is my search.

That's my mom.

Those were the days.

Things you do

That keeps me satisfied

Problem was,

everyone was in love with my mom...

so anyone could be my dad.

One thing I was certain of,

I didn't have a white daddy.

And sure as hell, he wasn't a cop...

black or white.

Spent a lot of time

at my grandmother's.

That was a crowded house

with eight mouths to feed...

not including me.

Anybody know

how these things work, huh?

Hey, Marcus.

Hey y'all.

Help your granddaddy.

Show me how that work, huh?

- What you want, football?

- Yeah, football.

There you go.

Boy's a genius, huh?

Can you watch him for an hour?

Katrina, you know I'll watch him.

Thank you.

- I don't want that money.

- Come on, Mom.

Katrina, I said I don't need that money.

He's family.

Why you keep

leaving him like this, Katrina?

Bye.

- Bye.

- Take care.

That's my Uncle Deuce.

- You look after him, okay?

- Pay you back.

He was the oldest and the meanest.

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