Get Rich or Die Tryin' Page #5

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and went back to selling coke.

The thing about being a coke dealer

on the corner...

it was lousy pay.

And if you added up all the hours

and time spent waiting around...

it was like minimum wage.

And if you added in the time

you were likely to spend in prison...

it was less than minimum wage.

But then, one day...

- Baking soda.

- ... everything changed.

Good.

Watch that sh*t.

- Add that sh*t to that.

- What you gonna do with that, yo?

Done f***ed up now.

See how she moves?

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

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