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Check the replay. Slow-mo.

I told you that motherfucker was scandalous.

Now we get to break him off some.

He wouldn't have did it if he didn't have somebody

down there in Houston to help him get that package.

I wanna know who it is.

Wickey, set it up for Saturday. I wanna do it

someplace way out, where nobody is, off the track.

I got just the ticket, K.J.

- Stay back. - Shit!

Here! I stole from Jesus Christ. I hid it!

Fifth floor, my apartment. I never told. Here, take it.

Take it! Save my soul! Take it easy, we'll get ya out.

- Come on! - Oh, forgive me, Jesus!

We're tryin' to save your life!

God! Agh!

Hey, Don, remember what that old guy said about burnin' in hell and all?

This envelope here. I've been goin' through it, fillin' out the report.

I think I figured out what he meant. Huh, it's pretty wild.

"Orgill Brothers and Company. Eugene Delong Employee I.D. card."

Eugene Delong was the old man. Now, read this.

"St. Louis Herald, February 23rd, 1940."

"Catholic Church Looted And Vandalized."

Thieves broke into St. Anthony's Church last night...

and made off with a fortune in religious articles.

"Objects, most of which were pure gold, were on special exhibit from Europe."

It's gold, solid gold.

Sweet Jesus.

I think it was old Eugene that robbed this church.

Shoot, I'd say there ain't no question about it.

We just solved a crime, a 50-year-old crime.

- Wow, that's pretty wild. - Hey, Vince.

I think our ship just come in.

This, my friend...

...is a treasure map.

All I'm saying is, come Saturday why not drive up to East St. Louis,

find this factory and take a look around?

Now, I got a metal detector at home, right? This

buddy o' mine and I used to go prospectin' with it.

We bring some tools. We check out the floor.

If ain't nothin' there, it ain't no loss.

And if there is, like I said, why not?

Because it's crazy, Don. We can't just walk in a factory, ripping up their floor.

Hey, I already called East St. Louis information.

There ain't no listin' for Orgill Brothers Company.

- They're outta business. - Don, the deal is the guy robbed a church.

Even if the stuff was still there, I mean, we couldn't just take it for ourselves.

Why not? The statute of limitations on burglary is what?

Ten, fifteen years max.

Well, I mean, they probably already collected on the insurance anyhow.

You bet your ass they did.

It's a million dollars in gold, Vince.

It could be just layin' there waitin' for us. This

could be the greatest thing that we ever did.

I'm pretty sure we head south once we get over the bridge.

That's East St. Louis over there on the left.

Orgill Brothers should be about a mile south o' town.

Then south it is, pard'.

Hey, you tell your girl where we're goin' today?

You kidding?

I don't want her to think I'm completely nuts.

I told her we were goin' on a department field exercise.

Oh, so it's serious between you two, huh?

- Weddin' bells? - Yeah, maybe.

We've been gettin' along pretty good lately. She's been real nice.

Well, I hope you have better luck than I did.

What happened with you two anyway? Just couldn't get along?

Yeah, I guess that about explains it. What the hell ya gonna do?

At least we didn't have kids. Hey, remember what I said about keepin' quiet...

...if we score so the I.R.S. don't find out?

That goes double for Becky.

I don't want her gettin' her hands on my share, not one thin dime.

Don't look like nobody lives there, does it?

I guess that figures. We're about a mile off the highway...

...and close to two miles outside of town.

Well, that means if we find it, we don't have to cut anybody else in.

Let's see.

Old Eugene's map has got it between these two others.

So I'd make it that building there with the fire escape.

Fifth floor, right?

Yeah. That'd be where those arch windows are.

Ain't gonna leave it parked out here though.

Somebody comes along, the vandal's gonna have a field day with this thing.

Let's pull around back. See if we can park out of sight.

We'll have to cut through the basement of that buildin' back there.

But at least the truck'll be safe.

Goddamn. You always drive around packin'?

Like the man says: "Don't leave home without it."

Especially when you go to East St. Louis.

I figure old Eugene's tenement's just the other side of that buildin' behind us.

So, all we gotta do is find the fifth floor.

Vince, old buddy... let's get rich.

Let's cut on through here.

Man, when I was a kid, I loved breakin' into empty buildings and goin' explorin'.

I always wanted to find some lost treasure or dead body...

...or a ghost so I could get my picture in the local paper, you know.

"Local kid finds Jesse James' gun." Be a big hero.

Yes, sir, when I was ten, I'd have thought this was the greatest place on Earth.

When we find that gold, it will be.

I'll tell you one thing, guys that built this place sure knew construction.

It's like the damn pyramids, it's gonna outlast all of us.

Here, let's try on up this way.

Careful, step's loose.

Man, this place is really wild.

All these stairways and passages.

Huh, no wonder old Eugene had to draw himself a map.

- Hey, you hear that? - What do you think it is?

Shh.

Behind this door.

Jesus Christ. Oh, God, that stinks.

Oh, God, oh.

What was that you said about wantin' to find a body?

What the hell happened to his face?

Rats must have chewed it. His hands too.

God, that's rank.

Look, poor bastard even had his shoes on the wrong feet.

Yeah. Draft in here is makin' the body swing.

Come on, let's close this up.

I guess we gotta report this.

We better find some local cop and tell him...

Hey, bullshit.

This ain't none of our business. East St. Louis cops can solve their own damn cases.

How long you think that guy's been hangin' there?

Couple of months, maybe.

Maybe a little more. Suicide, I figure.

Suicide? How do you know it wasn't murder?

Nobody murders somebody by hanging 'em.

Yeah, but people that kill themselves like to be

found. They usually leave notes or somethin'.

What if it was murder?

You've been watching too much television, Vince.

You're beginnin' to sound like Geraldo.

Hey, all I'm sayin' is, I think we oughta report it, that's all.

Now, look. I didn't come all the way up here to worry about some old stiff...

...who's probably been dead for months.

Now, you want to report it, fine. But let's report it on the way home, alright?

I mean, the guy ain't goin' anywhere.

Okay. Okay, I guess you're right.

You damn right I'm right. I'll tell ya something else I'm right about.

This is the fifth floor and behind that door...

...that's where Eugene stashed his gold.

What'd I tell you, Vince?

This vestibule must lead to where the apartments were.

I'd say old Eugene knew what he was talkin' about.

Hey, look at that.

Peep slot. Old-fashioned security.

We're gonna find that gold, Vince. I'm tellin' you. I can smell it.

All right now, here we are. We're back from the third window.

I'd make that one the third. So maybe 'round in there, huh?

Let's find out.

There it is, Vince. I told ya.

- Didn't I tell ya it was gonna be here? - Stand back.

Go on. Go on.

Hit that thing!

Ha ha ha! Come on, Vince.

I knew we was gonna find it! Come on!

Shit! Just some pipe and an old junction box.

You know, we're probably gonna find lots of this kind of stuff.

Maybe this is gonna take longer than we thought.

I'm gonna keep scannin' the floor. If I get a signal, you dig it up.

- And if you see anything, you let me know. - Okay.

Hey, how come you get the easy job?

- It's my metal detector. - Shi...

(Ice T feat Daddy Nitro - Depths of Hell")

- Whose wheels, man? - I don't know.

I'm gonna drive all around this place...

...and I better not see any more cars other than Wickey's, right?

Why are you goin' off on me, Goose? Man, I don't know whose car that is, all right?

- Give me a break. - All right, Lucky.

Don't let this be no okey-doke.

Hey, Don, find anything?

No, just some more damn pipe.

I'm gonna check on through there.

Yeah, you do that.

Don! Goddamn! Get him off me.

- Don! - Freeze, asshole.

- Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me! - Get up! Get up!

- What the hell you doin' jumpin' him like that? - I piss on him.

I thought he was a crackhead tryin' to steal my money.

Who are you? Talk!

Come on, I didn't take that money from nobody.

It's all the money I got!

What are you doin' here?

I live here. What you think, you dumb ass?

I've been hidin' in the back ever since you come.

What's your name?

Bradlee.

Guess what, Mr Bradlee? You're trespassin' here.

You're full of shit. Don't nobody own these old buildings.

Yeah? Well I got a good mind to take you down and bust you.

Oh man, give me a break!

You ain't gonna bust me for nothin'. I oughta run your

ass in for breakin' in and messing with my stuff.

Yeah, I ain't gonna give you a break. I'm gonna take you down.

Get your fuckin' hands off me, man!

Get up!

As soon as I do, I'm gonna kick your butt!

Try that again son, I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off!

You got no right to be messin...

Get in there! Sit down!

You got no right to be treatin' me like this!

Who do you think you guys are, coming in here?

Now, cover him. You know how to use this thing?

What are you askin' me for?

- Do you know how to use it? - Of course I know how to use it.

I was four fuckin' years in the State Guard, but I don't want any part of this.

You're already part of it, now you take it and keep him covered.

Take it!

Look, Don, he's just an old tramp, man. I don't see why we just can't let him go.

What, so he can come back with the cops and a whole bunch of his friends?

Hey, man, I ain't goin' back to no cops. I ain't goin' to no cops!

Look, I don't care what you're doin' here. I don't know nothin'.

- Cross your hands. Cross 'em! - Damnit Don, we're gettin' in awful deep.

I thought we agreed if we found somebody here, we cut 'em in on it.

I say he ain't entitled to jack shit.

Now you wanna cut him into your share, you go right ahead.

Share of what?

- What you gray boys cookin' up? - Keep your mouth shut, old man.

Now you listen to me, Vince.

I got mortgage payments on a house that I just got kicked out of,

plus my own rent money which they just jacked up on me,

plus fuckin' taxes that get higher every fuckin' year...

just so that guys like him can keep eatin' without doin' any work.

Now if that loot is here, buddy, I want it.

And I'm not gonna share it with some old bum.

Look, I... I don't like this at all.

But you don't have to worry, 'cause nobody's gonna hurt ya, I promise.

What right you got to come bustin' in here,

messin' with a man's shit and fuck it all up?

Look what you done to my floor.

How am I gonna live here? Just look what you done.

I said I was sorry.

Look, I'll make it up to ya, all right?

- Here's 40 bucks, okay? - 40 bucks!

What, you gonna give me a mule too? Fuck you.

Well, shit, if you don't want it, I'll keep it.

We... Well.

Yeah, wait a minute, I'll take it.

Don! Don! Somebody's comin'!

All right, he makes any noise, you shut him up.

- How am I supposed to do that? - Oh, shit.

He's a tied-up old man. How hard can it be?

Bust him in the face if he gets outta line.

Untie me and I'll bust you in your fucking face.

Don, I'm not gonna duke out some crazy old man.

Christ!

Will you understand the fuckin' situation here?

I understand the situation fine.

I got two white motherfuckers breakin'...

And you, I'm gonna go through you like Ex-Lax.

Hey! Come back here! Fuck you!

Hey, Don, this whole deal's goin' south. Let's get the hell outta here.

I'm not leavin' here without that gold.

You stay here. I'm gonna take a look around.

Anybody else live in this building?

Come on, just shake your head yes or no.

- Shit, I gave you 40 bucks! - Fuck you.

All right, he'll be here any minute. Wickey don't break his word.

He better be here, or I'm gonna kick your

crippled ass all the way back down those stairs.

Hey, man, why don't you relax, Goose? I'm just tryin' to set things up.

He's right there.

Funny you picked up here. This is where King James keeps his stash at.

- What you talkin' about? - It's right over there in the air vent.

Don't be bullshittin' me.

Man, I ain't bullshittin'. I'll go get it for you.

Yo, whoa whoa whoa, what's up? You think I'm stupid or somethin', Lucky?

You think I'm gonna let you walk over there, put

your hand in there and pull a piece out on me?

Yo, Wickey, keep your snake ass where I can see ya, aight?

Goose!

Don't you be gettin' outta hand now.

Lucky's just got a real nasty sense of humor.

Yo, Goose, I think you need to leave my little brother alone.

- Come here. You all right? - Yeah, I'm cool.

Turns out the other night you wasn't alone.

Remember what happened the other night, Goose?

- One of my boys got killed. - K.J.'s right.

Video never lies, Goose.

I was there the whole time tapin' your punk ass.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Ain't that amazing? Now the nigger don't know nothin'.

What's up? Yo, Marvin, I can't talk right now.

We're gonna handle that business, but not right

now. I'm right in the middle of somethin'.

Call me back, man. Yeah, later.

What the hell's goin' on up there?

Where's Don?

Yall makin' a big mistake.

I don't know nothin' about nobody gettin' offed.

I don't think so, bitch. You're the one made the mistake, motherfucker.

Hey, KJ, you got to slow this shit down.

This situation does have an explanation.

Now, who you been workin' for, man? Who you sold us out to, punk?

Why are you sweatin' me, man, huh? You can kiss my black ass!

Now get on your little phone and run tell that!

You ain't gonna make this easy, huh?

No, this ain't gonna be easy.

Yo, Cletus, let's show this man your shoes.

Be real fucked up if he had to use 'em on you.

Stomp a mud hole in that ugly-ass face of yours.

Goddamn!

Hey, motherfucker! What the fuck you doin'?

I said, what you doin'?

Nothin'.

Cool, it works. Watch out, man, watch out!

- I thought... - You thought what?

I saw... I saw your friend fall.

Nigger wasn't my friend. Who are you, man? What you doin' here?

- Huh? - What the fuck you lookin' at me for?

The man asked you a question. What the hell are you doin' here?

Nothin', I'm just here. I'm not lookin' for trouble.

- Is that right? - You fuckin' with us, white boy?

No, man, like I said, I'm not lookin' for trouble.

Bullshit!

Now, I'm gonna ask one more time. What the fuck are you doin' here?

He's spying, man.

I'm not spyin'. Look I don't wanna get in the middle of no big gang hassle.

Gang? You think we're some punk-ass gang?

I'm a businessman. These are my associates.

Whatever you say, man, no problem.

Back off! All o' ya!

Get outta here, or I'll blow his fuckin' head off!

Don! Don! Come on!

Back off! You clear outta here, or I'll kill him!

- I swear I will! - K.J.!

Hurry, Don! Come on, man! Make a run for it!

I mean it, man! Back off!

Don't shoot! He's got Lucky, man! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Hold your fire! I'll blow his head off!

Stop! Stop shootin' man! Stop shootin'!

Fuck!

- Don! Jesus Christ! - We gotta get out.

The fire escape, the window. Go!

Yo Savon, go downstairs. Make sure nobody's tryin' to get out the window.

- All right. - Just calm down. No more shootin'.

- What you want? - Come on, stand up.

- Have you got a weapon? Huh? - I ain't got nothin'!

- You got a weapon? - I ain't got nothin'!

Huh?

Don't fuck with me, man. I ain't got shit.

Yeah, what's this?

- Yo, Savon? - Yeah?

- What was that? - That was me.

I blasted at him tryin' to come down the fire escape.

- Get him? - Nah.

All right, stay posted down there. No more shootin' unless I tell ya.

I don't wanna spook 'em any more than they already are.

All right, all right.

Shit. Goddamn it, Vince.

Why the hell didn't you stay put like I said?

'Cause I thought you were in trouble, that's why.

Where the hell did you go all that time? Shit!

All right, Cletus, Wickey, let's try this door.

They got Lucky in there. They're probably tryin' to get out the back way.

- All right, cool. - Come on.

Shit!

Now back off, all of ya! You come any closer, he's a dead man!

Go on, get back. Get back!

Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it! This ain't the time!

Nigga, I got some problems right now. Yeah,

we're gonna handle business on that package...

...but I gotta get back with your ass.

Yo Wickey, you know your way around here. Is there Any

other way out beside the door and that fire escape?

Hell, no. There ain't no other way out.

All right, check this out. Cletus, go downstairs. Get rid of Goose's body.

Then go to the car, get the M-16. But go out the same way we came in.

I don't want nobody to see us, aight? Go on, man, get the fuck out.

Yo, hey in there, how we know Lucky's okay?

Tell him.

Hey, man, I'm cool, but this motherfucker's crazy.

Don't worry about it, man. We're gonna get you outta there.

Check his fanny pack down on the floor. See if he's got a gun.

- Man, I told you. I ain't strapped. - Shut up.

- Anything? - Don, this guy's some kind of dope addict.

Figures!

All right, cut me two six-foot lengths of that rope in my bag.

Come on, move.

Wickey, go down there, use Savon's phone.

Call up Luther, Moon and Davis and tell 'em to get their asses over here right now.

- You got it. - Yo, also call up Raymond.

Tell him I need some of that goddamn heavy artillery he's got.

Raymond? You sure you want him in on this?

Yeah, goddamn it! Don't give me no motherfuckin' shit.

Get that goddamn camera outta my face!

- Von, give me your phone. - For what?

- KJ wants Raymond here. - Finally got some guns comin' up here.

Shit's gettin' hectic.

- Figure they're the police up there, man? - Man, I ain't got no fuckin' idea.

Hello, Raymond?

Your name is Lucky, huh?

I ain't talkin' to you. I ain't tellin' you shit.

Fine. Vince.

- How many did you see out there? - Five. Tie his arm to that door.

There's gonna be more than that...

...'cause my big brother James down there, foo, he's a king around here.

- He'll spread the word. - Your big brother, huh?

That's right. Let me tell you white boys somethin'.

You don't let me go, he's gonna fry your motherfuckin' asses.

I thought you weren't talkin'.

Hey, James, we got your kid brother tied spread-eagle against this door here.

That means anybody shoots at the door, they're gonna kill him.

Anybody tries to break it down, they're gonna

rip his arms outta their sockets. You got that?

I hear ya. Just don't do anything stoopid in there.

You gotta tell us, Bradlee, is there another way outta here?

I don't gotta tell you shit.

Goddamn it.

Don, these bars are pretty solid.

Hey, Vince.

Over here.

Vince, that catwalk there goes out to another building.

Now, if we can get to it, there's gotta be another

stairway in there. We can get to the truck.

Yo, Cletus, go on top. Keep it secure. I wanna keep 'em totally boxed in.

Go, man.

Come on, go.

Careful.

Okay.

- Yo, Lucky! You alright? - Yeah, man, I'm alright.

Shit!

Fuck that plan!

- Them motherfuckers still alive in there? - Yeah!

- How many in there with ya? - There's three, but one of 'em was tied...

- He can't talk right now! - Yo, man. Listen, man.

We don't want no trouble. We just want my brother back, man.

Just let him out. Why don't you come out here, we could discuss this.

You just bring the cops. We'll discuss it with them!

They're drug dealers. They just threw a guy

off the roof. They ain't gonna call the cops.

Yo yo yo, man, all that ain't necessary, man. All we want is my brother back, man.

- All we want is Lucky, man! - Find me a rag.

You heard him. As long as you got me, they're gonna be on your asses like glue.

They already got the place surrounded, and my brothers

will be here with more artillery and soldiers.

Yeah? As long as we got you, they ain't gonna be shootin' at us, are they?

I ain't scared of shit. You know why?

'Cause I've been through three drive-bys, and I ain't never been hit.

Bullets just go around me. That's why they call me Lucky.

Lucky, motherfucker!

Look, all they want is the kid.

Now they know we got a gun. Maybe if we just let him go, they'll back off!

Damn it, Vince. They want us dead.

We're witnesses. As long as he's alive, we got a chance.

If we let him go, they're gonna kill us for sure.

("Lord Finesse - You Know What I'm About")

It's about time you guys got here.

- So, what's up? You got a problem? - Yeah, we got a problem.

- Shit, three more. - Makes eight of 'em.

We're screwed, Don.

Hey, yo, KJ, man, what's up?

Three white motherfuckers, they got my kid brother in there.

- Three? I didn't see but two. - Lucky said there was three.

- You get Raymond? - Yeah, man, he'll be here.

White motherfuckers? Down here? Who are they, 'the man'?

Hell, no. They just asked me for cops. Now if they want cops, they can't be cops.

Damn it!

Shit.

Let me try that Halligan.

Come on. Here we go.

All right.

You fucker!

("Public Enemy - Gotta Do What I Gotta Do")

- Shit, another one. - Looks like some fuckin' pimp.

"Leave me alone I got posse bust the bets."

"You better watch me I gotta do what I gotta do."

"So who the hell is you to tell me how my song is wrong."

"You don't know."

Yo, Wickey, this is Raymond. Where do you want me to park, man?

- What do you think's goin' on? - Nothin' good.

I think I finally figured out...

...how you boys are gonna get a chance to get outta here.

Body bags!

Oh, shit. Pussy in the trunk.

- Damn! - Raymond's good for somethin!

All right. This shit here, takes out a rat's ass at 300 yards.

Shit, I'll take that. I was a sharpshooter in the army.

You sure? You don't look like no sharpshooter.

I ain't shittin'. I was the best in my company.

Ease back, motherfuckers. This is mine. You know what I'm sayin'?

- Go, Wickey, dive in there. - No, man, I don't need no big-ass gun.

Mess up my suit. This right here will do me just fine.

All right, all right, Mr Leader Man.

- So, what's your plan? - Come on over here.

Them country motherfuckers was cryin' about the police, right?

They want cops? Give 'em cops.

Yeah!

- Hello, Officer Friend. - How are you?

Hold it, hold it. Hold it.

This ain't gettin' us anywhere. This place is too goddamn secure.

At least the good news is, they can't get in either.

That means we just sit tight and wait 'til the cops show up.

What are you laughin' about?

Who's gonna call the cops, the pigeons or the rats?

What about a patrol car? Don't patrol cars come around here?

Think they'd throw a guy off the roof in broad

daylight if there was a chance cops would come by?

Cops ain't comin' by, Vince. We're on our own here.

We got 21 shells. I'm gonna take 11. You're gonna take 10.

That way whoever's got the gun can reload.

Listen, I got an idea. Why don't we bust down through this floor...

...and drop down to the apartment right below us?

That ain't gonna work. If the layout's the same as it is up here...

...we're gonna be stuck without our hostage. We'd be dead meat.

Bradlee, you ever been down to the fourth floor? Is there a back stairway down there?

Fuck you.

- Anything happen? - No, all quiet, KJ.

Aight, go downstairs, help 'em out. Tell.

Wickey to call me up when he gets it set up.

- Is this gonna work? - It better. I'm gettin' tired of this.

("Donald D - I'm Gonna Smoke Him")

Man, those are some weird fuckin' footsteps. What is that?

Spikes. One of the guys was wearin' baseball shoes. Big son of a bitch.

- Yeah? - Savon, what up, man?

Shit, we're ready. Let's just do it.

They're gettin' close.

Man, this shit's got me pissed off. Man, this is stoopid.

Got everything goin' good, then two stoopid-ass honkies...

come up in here and fuck up everything over some dumb nigger named Goose...

that nobody gives a fuck about dead or alive.

Only thing keepin' 'em alive is my brother.

Savon said that's a bunch of bullshit.

Says you and Lucky ain't even got the same pops.

He's my brother, man. I been takin' care of him ever since he was born and I was 15.

All right, man. We hot, we goin'.

Stop, this is the police! Stop! You there!

Nigger! Freeze!

Fucker! Spread your legs! Spread 'em!

- Take it easy, man. - Gotta make this shit look real, nigga.

Where you got the dope, boy?

Don, there's a cop out there!

Help! Hey, Don!

Get me out! Someone come back here!

Come back! Get me outta this cha...

Shit. Come on.

Go! Go! Motherfuckers, move!

Go!

Go! Go! Go, man!

Get me the fuck outta here!

Shit! They got Davis.

Fuck!

Come here, you two idiots! Come over here!

Bring your asses in here right now! Move! Move!

Get me off this damn floor! Come on, get me up off here!

What the hell? Move it, both of ya! Hurry up!

What the fuck you tryin' to do? Get me killed?

I thought he was a cop.

You stoopid peckerwood. You'd fall for that shit?

- He was wearin' a uniform! - You're just a stoopid, dumb-ass redneck!

You shut your goddamn mouth, you black son of a bitch.

Black son of a bitch? Fuck you! Kiss my black ass.

- Goddamn... - Hey! Hey! Hey!

Vince!

If he doesn't shut up, I'm gonna shut him up.

Man, what the fuck was that bullshit goin' on over there?

I told you not to shoot 'til you got a clean shot.

- You got Davis killed. - Oh, fuck that.

It wasn't my fault. It was that motherfuckin' Luther!

- It was both you dumb motherfuckers. - Okay, we fucked up.

But you fucked up too. Ain't none of your shit worked all day.

The point is, what you gonna do now?

I'm gonna go up under them so they don't dig no tunnel.

- You need to go get rid of Davis' body. - I ain't the garbage man motherfucker.

Moon, go get rid of him.

Bullshit. That ain't my motherfuckin' job.

No, Moon, go do it. At least I know the shit'll get done right.

Now you! You keep this trigger-happy shit up, you're gonna get all of us killed.

I don't know how. I ain't the leader.

I'm not gettin' anything.

It's not gonna work. There ain't no apartments up there.

It's just attic. No pipes, no plumbin'.

And I don't remember seein' no metal on the floor.

Yeah, but shit, tryin' to pick up metal cleats?

- Nothin' here. - I'm goin', Vince.

- Wait a second, let's stick to the plan. - I'm goin'.

Damnit, if he's down by that window, he can still get a shot at you.

You just let me keep scannin' the floor 'til I find him. That way we'll be sure.

All right. Well, find him, will ya?

What are you guys doin' now? Man, where'd you get all this shit from?

- Anything yet? - No, nothing.

Man, you know I'm gonna be there. Raymond ain't gonna let you down. What you need?

- Yo, Raymond? - Hang on a second, man.

I need you to do some recon for me. Figure out how them fools got here.

- I know they didn't walk. - I ain't got time to be playin' army...

...with you trigger-happy motherfuckers. I got business to take care of.

Yo, cancel it. You're workin' for me now.

I'm hirin' you for the rest of the day.

What the fuck you waitin' on? Get to work, motherfucker.

Yo, we're gonna have to reschedule that thing.

I got him!

- Whereabouts? - Right over here.

All right, I'm goin'.

Wait a second.

He's movin'.

Jesus Christ.

Give me that.

What are you gonna do? Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

- Don't cut me! Don't cut! - I'm gonna cut you loose, old man.

I need your chair, but you better behave yourself.

Yeah, I'll behave myself. You can have the chair.

- I got a table downstairs you can have. - Go!

Yeah, you can have it!

Careful.

Halligan.

What's up, man? You dump the body?

Yeah, I threw him in the trunk of your car.

What?

- You heard me. - Man, fuck you.

Flashlight.

Something here.

Holy shit.

There's more, Vince!

Lord have mercy. I've been sleepin' under all this all these nights.

I don't believe it.

This is it, Vince. This is it. There's a treasure trove up here.

It's all here. Just like the newspaper said.

- You're damn right. - Our ship's come in, buddy. We're rich.

Now you peckerwoods are startin' to make some sense.

Now I can see why you was tearin' up this place.

Though I can't figure... if it's in the ceiling, why'd he say it was in the floor?

I mean, we both heard him. The man's dyin' words: "It's in the floor".

Wait a second. Wait a second.

It's a map of the ceilin', not the floor. Look.

Hold it up. It's right as rain. He drew it layin' on his back.

Oh, Eugene, you dumb fuck, that ain't no way to draw a map.

Wow, this stuff's been in there over 50 years. It's not even tarnished.

You don't know nothin, do ya?

That's the beauty of gold.

It never tarnishes, lasts forever too.

You can melt it down, pound it, twist it, piss on it...

...but it's always the same gold.

It was here long before we were; Be here long after we're gone.

Bet you a lot of men have died for the gold that's just in this one piece.

How'd you get to be such an expert on the subject?

He probably heard it in some pawnshop somewhere.

You don't know nothin', neither one of you.

It's all here, Vince.

It's all here. All we gotta do is pack it up and get to that catwalk.

We'll get our butts outta here. I told you!

I told you we're rich. We're rich, buddy! We're rich!

Hey, you broke my rockin' chair!

Hey, man, you all right?

What the fuck they doin' up there? Havin' a party?

I don't know. It's the last one they ever gonna have.

Don't even trip, Savon. Now, you ain't the boss.

Now, the man said no shootin'.

Don't you ever draw down on me, motherfucker.

Christ, what now?

Come on, man, just let me go. Please!

- I'm sick. - What do you mean you're sick?

He's a junkie.

He needs his dope. They get sick all the time, if they don't get a fix.

- Shakin', pukin'. - Geez, that's too bad.

Fuck you. You just remember that that gold is ours.

- Yeah, how do you figure? - This is our territory.

- You don't live down here. We do. - Bullshit! I live here.

All your kind ever does is fuck everything up.

I got a better claim to that gold than you.

You? That's a hot one.

That's really fucked up, man.

Only time you white boys ever come down here is when you wanna rip us off.

Hey man, we didn't come down here to rip you off.

We're just tryin' to get ahead like everybody else.

Look, motherfucker, the gold is ours.

You let it go.

Maybe I can talk my brother into keepin' you boys alive.

- You mean that? - He's talking through his ass, Vince.

Gag him, or I'll come over there and shut him up myself.

Didn't I tell you to kill that cowboy crap?

Yo, man, I just shot the catwalk out there, man.

I'm thinkin' we gotta discourage 'em from gettin' across somehow.

You need to stop thinkin' with your trigger finger and use your brain.

- You're gonna get my brother killed! - Alright, man. Fuck it. Alright.

Bradlee, you sure there ain't nobody else livin' around here?

Somebody like you who might've heard that shootin'?

Fella used to live around here named Thomas.

Thomas, he'd go twice a month to give blood. That's how he got money.

But the last time they told him not to come back

no more. He was a real sad fella, no family.

He never could get his shoes on right.

That was summertime. I ain't seen him since.

Yo, Luther. Where are you, man?

Over here, on the catwalk.

What you doin' here, man?

King James sent me over to help you look out.

I don't need no help. Man, I got this covered. Go on back.

Okay, call King James and tell him...

...that you think his plan is full of shit. You crazy?

Know what's gonna happen? Motherfuckin' police gonna

be around here. And these white motherfuckers friends.

You think this is on now? It's really gonna be on then.

King James! Like he's king of the street or somethin'.

Ain't nobody king of the street.

It's all about survival. It's all about gettin' yours.

It ain't about takin' no chances, and it damn sure ain't

about jeopardizing your whole motherfucking crew.

Man, I like Savon, man. I like him a lot, man.

He's just a hothead. He thinks he knows it all.

I used to be just like Savon man, when I was comin' up. Just like him!

You just gotta be philosophical about this shit, man. It's all crazy.

As long as you know it's crazy, you're all right.

But soon as you try to make logic outta this, you're fucked up...

...'cause it don't make no sense.

See, the white man makes dope, right? Then he gives it to us.

Then he wants to buy it from us, right?

Then he puts us in jail when we sell it to him. Man, it don't make no fuckin' sense.

Only thing a man's got is his family and his pride. That's all he's got.

Man, I don't know what this stuff is anymore.

God's gold, our gold, fool's gold. About all we can do...

...is take as many of 'em with us as we can, and hope for the best.

Maybe we could try walkin' outta here, usin' Lucky as a human shield.

Not with just one gun. Be better off tryin' to nail one of them first,

get ourselves another weapon.

What about tradin' the gold to 'em for our safety?

They'd kill us anyway. I would if I was them.

Truth is Vince, I don't see any way we're gonna get outta here quiet.

A fortune in gold, and it's just plain worthless.

We might as well let Bradlee go.

Yeah.

Hey, Bradlee.

We got no reason to hold you here anymore.

- You're free to go. - Hey, wait a minute.

I got a proposition for ya.

That gold laying over there is worth maybe a million dollars.

Now, you can have it. You can have all of it. You can take it all with ya.

You just promise me one thing: You're gonna call the cops for us.

It ain't no good. It ain't gonna do me no damn bit of good.

How the hell am I supposed to get outta here?

They're gonna kill me as soon as I step one foot outside the door.

Them niggers'd kill anybody, including their own grandma.

Well you haven't got much of a chance in here with us.

Look, if I can figure a way to get us outta here, do I get the gold?

- You know a way out? - Do I get the gold?

- Hell, yes! - Let's hear 'im out! - Wait a minute!

You listen to me old man. You know a way for us

to get outta here, we split the gold three ways!

- We're all in this together. - That's not what you said a minute ago.

A minute ago we was all dead. Now, you take it or leave it.

I'll take it. The chimney.

There's a chimney behind the wall. We could get out through the chimney.

Well, here it is. We still got a deal?

("Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Check My Bank")

"... and keep all the shit under my control."

"That's how I'm livin' I check my bank."

"A word to the cops I can't be stopped."

"A word to my enemies I don't drop flop."

"A word to the Klan I don't pick crops."

"You can run up with your whipper to just run up 'til you're hot."

"A word to the tipper..."

"A word to the bourgeois Fuck off, y'all."

"A word to apartheid You bounced the ball."

This is gonna work, Vince.

We gotta go up, but there's an access door up there, put us right on the roof.

("Gangstarr - Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot)")

Shit!

Don, hold it!

- Cops! - Vince, no! Wait!

- It's a police car! It's the real police! - No, Vince, we don't need 'em!

You're crazy! Hey...

- Hey, poli... - Son of a bitch!

Now you listen to me, Vince. We got a million dollars worth of gold here...

...if those cops get in, they will take it away.

Fuck the goddamn gold!

No, fuck you!

You ain't gonna fuck this up for me, Vince.

I want that gold!

The only reason we're in this shit is because you fucked up.

If you didn't go out there when they killed that man...

...none of this would've happened.

I can get outta here on my own, Vince. Are you with me or not?

Now you listen to him, them cops'd come in here, shoot us in the

head and take the gold for themselves! That's what'd they do.

You keep an eye on Lucky. You keep him fuckin' quiet!

Shut up! Shut up! We don't want those policemen in here!

Shit, man. You ain't gonna waste 'em, are you?

Take your hands off the wheel. Roll your window down.

I do somethin' wrong, officer?

Mind tellin' me what you're doin' around here G?

Look, tell you the truth I was just lookin' for a place to take a leak.

Mm-hmm.

Step on outta the car, Hoss.

Man, somethin' ain't right.

Don't them fools know the police're out there?

Why ain't they sayin' nothin'?

I hope Luther doesn't take a shot at 'em.

Do you want me to call him?

No. Even he ain't that stoopid.

We got a report of some shots being fired in the area.

You wouldn't know nothin' about that, though, would ya?

No, sir. Like I said, I was just lookin' for a place to take a leak.

Turn around. Put your hands on top of the car.

- What's up? - We just got a call. It's a 10-85.

- What's up with this guy? - Him? Nothin'. Just hangin'.

- Let's get the hell outta here, man. - All right.

Here, man.

Look, this ain't no public outhouse here.

There's some gas station along the highway there. Why don't you find one?

Cool.

They're steppin' off, man.

Yeah, cool.

Hey!

They're gone, and there nothin' you can do about it.

Now, we're goin' outta here with the gold... together.

- What the fuck is that? - What the fuck does it look like, man?

I found their car! Don't worry about it. It ain't goin' nowhere.

From Arkansas? That means they came at least 200 miles.

One of these fools from outta town? What the fuck's up?

I don't know. What they doin' here, Raymond?

Why didn't they call for those fuckin' pigs?

- Hey, I got no idea, man. - What the fuck am I payin' you for then?

Wait a minute. Maybe they didn't even see the cops.

Hey they saw the fuckin' cops. There ain't no doubt about that.

Look, I can give a fuck what they're doin' here.

I say we handle these motherfuckers right now!

Yeah? And how we gonna do that?

Simple. We burn 'em.

Shit, nigger. We go in there smokin' them

motherfuckers, some of us gonna get burned too.

I'm talkin' 'bout fire motherfucker! I'm talkin'

'bout burnin' this place to the ground!

Ain't nobody gonna care, 'cause these places go up every day.

Now that ain't bad, KJ That ain't bad at all.

Yeah, but what about Lucky, man?

If he really lucky, he'll walk away from this.

If not...

- I'm callin' a truce. - What for?

- I wanna talk to 'em. - Man, you wanna talk! I wanna burn!

- Look man, just give me five minutes. - Man, that's bullshit!

Your shit's been bullshit all day!

Look, Von, you gonna do what the hell I say,

or you gonna be a dead man.

Come on, man. I'll go down with ya.

- Come on. - Man, fuck you.

- Yeah, I'm right here, nigger. - Come on.

Hey, hey listen up, man. You gotta keep cool.

- Don't touch me, motherfucker! - You got me all wrong here, man.

Now from where I'm standin' you the only one around

here makin' any sense. King James' has lost it.

I can't even deal with the motherfucker no more.

Ain't that the fucking truth.

Yeah, you see, that's why I figured you the only one around here I can trust.

You and me, we got the same interests.

Interests? What interests?

Interest in makin' sure them white motherfuckers don't walk outta here.

Now you wanna know why they didn't signal the police? 'Cause they found somethin'!

Somethin' so valuable they don't want nobody else in on it.

- Is that right? - Now, the way I figure it,

you and me, we work this out, we come out lookin' real nice.

Gold!

Hey, you in there!

I need to talk to you guys. Hey, you in there!

We gotta talk right now!

What do you want?

We need to talk about a truce, man. I want a truce.

Bullshit! What about?

About this situation.

Now you either gonna talk to me right now, or

fuck you! I'm finished playin' with your ass.

- Let's hear him out. - It's a damn trick.

- You can't trust these bastards. - You listen to him, he's right!

Look man. Why don't you just open the slot in

that door crack so we can talk, motherfucker?

Hey, maybe I can get a clear shot at him through the peep slot...

- ...blow his fuckin' head off. - He says he wants a truce.

What the hell is gonna hurt to talk to him?

Because it's a trick, that's why!

Listen to me, both of ya. We're gonna talk

to him, goddamn it, hear what's on his mind.

Now maybe he wants out of this whole situation just like we do.

He don't know nothin' about the gold.

Sure as hell ain't gonna hurt to talk to him.

Okay, it's open.

You try anything, your brother's gonna get a bullet in the head.

All right. I'm steppin' out here in the open...

...to let you know I ain't got no bad intentions, okay?

Start talkin', James.

Look, we both got a problem, right?

Hey man, we didn't come here lookin' for trouble.

This whole thing's just a big misunderstanding.

Okay, misunderstanding.

All I want to know is who the fuck are you?

What the fuck are you doin' here?

What are we gonna tell him?

- We're just visitin'. - Bullshit!

White guys don't come up here unless they're cops, and you ain't cops.

- So what the fuck's goin' on? - We're just lookin' around.

Yo man, you better give me some straight answers!

Hey, you don't own this place. We got as much right to be here as anybody else.

Case you ain't heard, this is still a free country.

This is my goddamn territory. You don't come up here wavin' no guns around,

fuckin' with my family, taking hostages and shit!

Yeah, what's up?

Luther, Raymond. What's goin' on up there, man?

Everything fine?

Look, you let us go, we let him go.

Everybody just walks away. We're not goin' to the cops, I swear.

- Is that right? - Swear to God, man.

You give me a Bible, we'll swear on it.

Man, that's too easy. Why you didn't call for the cops when they were here?

Hey, you heard the deal. Now you take it or leave it!

Man, I want some straight fuckin' answers.

Luther, man, one of' em's trying to get out the fire escape. Shoot him!

Where?

One of those snow boys tried to kick it out the fire escape.

They fuckin' with you, K J,

laughin' behind your back, tryin' to pull some shit on ya.

Luther said the dude got back in before he could nail his ass.

Tell Moon to get his ass up here now.

Luther, tell Moon to get his ass up here.

Son of a bitch set us up.

Shit, I thought he was goin' for it too.

I told you it was a trick. Did you hit 'im?

- No, I missed. - Shit!

Savon, Moon! Go get some gas.

Oh, shit! Finally we doin' some shit right...

- ...like I been tellin' you all day. - Alright, alright, alright.

Check this out Von, this is what I want you to do. I

want you to get some grease, some of that C-four.

I want ya to hook up some of them specials, the way I

like it. We're gonna blow this piece of shit up...

...and burn it to the fuckin' ground.

Yeah, you know I know what time it is. C'mon Moon.

Alright, check this out, Wickey. Talk to Cletus, then call Luther...

...make sure that dumb motherfucker knows what's goin' on.

Word.

Hey, Video, you goin' or what? Whazz up man?

- We need some help. - No, I'm stayin' with KJ.

Aw, man, you lazy punk, man. Stop actin' like a girl, man. Get off KJ's junk.

("Black Sheep - On The Wall")

Those handholds look solid to me.

I figure we can make it up okay.

Bradlee, hurry up and pack that gold.

Hey, supposin' those fuckers bust in here while we're halfway up the chimney?

That kid's gonna start yappin', and our ass is gonna be cooked.

Yeah.

- You got a point. - We gotta shut him up.

Yeah.

Sure, Don, kill him. Kill him in cold blood.

C'mon, what choice have we got? This is survival, Vince.

He's just a junkie. He's gonna die anyway.

We got a fuckin' choice!

Well I'm open to suggestions. You got any bright ideas?

- Well shit, we could knock him out! - Alright. Here.

Let's see you do it. Go on, take this in the other room,

and hit him on the head with it.

Wait a second.

Aw, shit!

Look, he's got cocaine or heroin, or whatever the hell this stuff is.

- What if we dope him up? - I don't want nothin' to do with no dope!

Bradlee, finish packin' the gold.

At least it's not murder, Don.

- You know anything about doin' this? - No...

...but he does.

Hey, man. Be careful, man. That's all I got.

How long is it supposed to heat?

Until it gets milky, man. Strain it with that cotton ball over here.

It's milky.

Put the cotton ball on top.

Bradlee may need some help in there.

Keep an eye on the gold. Make sure it all gets in the sack.

Okay.

You got no idea how lucky you are, mister.

Come on, please, man. Let me do that.

C'mon man, let me do it by myself. You don't know what you're doing.

Hey, man, you could hurt me if you do it wrong, you know?

Come on, man, listen. Just untie me.

Look, I swear you won't have no trouble.

Come on. Please, man. Come on.

You might mess up one of my veins, man. Come on.

- All right. All right. - Please.

- One arm! - Cool.

Come on, hurry up.

Here.

What are you waitin' for?

I'm just waitin' for the vein to pop up.

Don! Oh, shit!

Help me get him on his back!

Don, you okay, man? Oh, my God!

Hang on. Hang on. You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be all right, man. You'll be okay. You'll be okay.

James!

James!

Hang on. Let me get it out, huh?

It's gonna be okay.

Fucker! Get off, motherfucker!

James! James!

Wickey! Man, I think I got Lucky.

What? What are you talkin' about?

It wasn't my fault, man. The white dude turned him.

Now you just tell King James it wasn't my fault.

Lucky's dead? Are you sure?

No, man, he's dead. I'm tellin' you.

Now, I'm gettin' outta here. You just tell King James it wasn't my fault.

I'm outta here.

Vince. Vince.

Get me outta here.

You just fuckin' hang on. I'm gonna get you out. You just hang on.

Hey, you can mix some of this shit in there...

- ...make it like napalm. - Just hurry up.

Yo, Von, What's goin' on with that C-four over there?

This shit's waterproof and fireproof...

- ...but it ain't gonna blow 'til I say so. - Word!

Hold up a stick of the C-four, man. I need a close-up.

Shut up, bitch.

Luther says Lucky's dead.

- He said them white dudes shot him. - Get the fuck out. It can't be.

You sure, man?

He says it's no mistake, man.

Who shot him? Which one did it?

He didn't... he didn't say.

Guess he wasn't too lucky, huh?

I'll go up the chimney. You pick him up, and

you take him into that room over there...

...and you seal yourself in and don't make a sound.

I don't figure this idea about jumpin' across them rooftops is gonna work.

But maybe I can rappel down.

Rappel? What the shit you talkin' 'bout, rappel?

Never you mind. Now, listen to me. When they break in here...

...they're gonna see that chimney hole and think all three of us went up.

That's gonna send 'em outta here lookin' for us.

You just sit tight. You wait 'til I come back with some help.

How do I know you ain't gonna cut and leave us here?

I mean, after all, you don't owe him nothin', or me either.

Guess you're just gonna have to trust me.

Yo, Moon. Spread these cocktails all through the building, man.

Make sure this motherfucker blow up.

Video, what the fuck you doin'? Won't you help? You ain't done shit all day!

- I'm tapin... - Get the...

My fuckin' camera! Look what you did to my fuckin' camera!

Show's canceled, punk.

Now it's blowin' up with everything else.

Now, goddamn it, Video, you help Moon spread the fuckin' grease.

KJ! Let's use this.

Where's the gold? The gold!

Shit!

Ah, man, this shit didn't have to happen, man.

I'm sorry, Luck.

I... I'm sorry, Luck.

After you set that timer, meet me downstairs in the basement.

Hold up, Superfly. Let's get one thing straight.

I done did all the work. I done took all the risk.

So when we spread that gold around, 90 percent of it's mine.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I understand your argument.

KJ, come here!

Look at this! The chimney!

They got up the chimney!

Damn! They're on the roof.

I'm gonna finish this.

Hold on! What you want me to do? Where do you want me?

You Stay here. You watch the chimney and stay with Lucky, man.

Don't let him burn, man. Don't let him burn.

But Lucky's de... dead.

Savon! That you?

Ohh! Shit!

Agh!

- You're gonna die, motherfucker. - I'll take you with me.

What's this all about, man?

What the hell you white boys doin' up here anyway?

Gold! It's all about gold.

Gold? You crazy!

Aaah!

Hello? No, King James can't come to the phone!

Because he's dead, that's why!

Hello, 9-1-1? Hello?

KJ!

KJ!

King James is dead, man.

- No, man! - Back off!

He's a brother. I thought we were poppin' white

boys, not brothers. I don't want no part of this!

- I'm sick of it, Moon. - I say we shoot him. He can identify us.

Look at him. Where's he goin'?

He ain't gonna identify us. I'm sick of it.

Yo if you wanna pop him, you go ahead and pop him. I'm outta here.

You better get outta here, old man. The whole place is goin' up.

No!

No!

No! Oh, shit!

Who you, old man?

What you doin' with my bag?

I left that here. Put it down.

This here's my personal stuff in here.

This is all I got!

Is that right? I think you got some gold in there. Put it down!

I don't know nothin' about no gold! What would I be doin' with some gold?

Don't fuck with me, old man. I know you got somethin' in there.

That gold's goin' with me, or I'm gonna bust a cap in your ass. Put it down!

You want it, you can take it. I don't wanna die for no sack of goods.

You got that right, old fool.

Fuck it!

You can burn up with everything else!

Oh, shit!

Where you goin', Von?

I see you found the gold.

Thought you were supposed to have your ass in the basement?

I know where I'm supposed to be.

What the fuck you wanna pimp me off for? You wouldn't have known shit...

...about that gold if it hadn't been for me.

I figure that entitles me to a little bit more than ten percent, don't you?

- Hell no! - Superfly this, motherfucker!

Hey! Hey, man! Hey!

That's my gold, man! That's my gold!

Hey, mother... fucker, that's...

Agh.

Hey! You better get outta here while you got a chance.

Bradlee, are you okay? I was afraid you guys didn't get out.

I went down the chimney and got out through the furnace. Now, get outta here!

- Where's Don? - He's dead. Blew up with the gold.

I'm tellin' you, you better get outta here before them niggers catch you.

- What about you? - They don't care about me.

But they will kill you. Now, move!

Come with me, man.

- I can't keep up. Get outta here. - Come on.

Run! Don't worry about me. Go on!

Move! Move!

Go on, run!

"How many bullets can your back hold, sucker from the H.K."

"The red dots you have drawn from the light ray."

"Boom-bam-bust, oh damn, kid your head is a pile of pus"

"I'm kickin' up much stuff The brother you can't trust."

"This is my hood my gold, my turf."

"My stash, my grip whatever the hell it's worth"

"I don't need nobody comin' in my territory."

"Tryin' to rip a brother off a killer, damn sob story."

"Take a good look see I'm nothin' but a jacker."

"About to fill the rap of a greedy-ass cracker."

"Hell, what's new so you know the punks stand out."

"Comin'in my hood with his handout."

"Tryin' to get over on the black but they don't do that"

"I'll put a damn slug in his back."

"And with a boom ping-ping It ain't no thing."

"To blast the greedy little suckers that trespass."

"Ollie-ollie ox I'm free, here comes the G"

"I'm saggin'and enter the dragon like Bruce Lee"

"I got to get more money more money."

"Can't get sex with no money."

"See, I'm kind ofr greedy 'cause all my heroes got zeroes."

"Number one is my gun About to get paid at last."

"But now I'm gettin'covered in dirt and grass, kick it."

"The madder I get the higher the debt the deeper you get."

"The thicker the sweat 'cause I'm the brother with fat clout."

"Put you in but you gotta get back out."

"No easy job for some suckers that's out to rob."

"Cross hair on your dome and your mind's blown."

"You wanna go home."

"Ain't that a bitch Q dig this pitch."

"Don't trespass."

"I got a full-time job takin' suckers out breakin' 'em off, yeah word"

"I love revokin' clout Yeah, test me, stress me."

"Who could the best be Who."

"The teflon nine got the best, G."

"But when you're greedy you don't care about life itself."

"You're chasin' extreme wealth."

"You can't be trusted 'cause trust ain't in the damn game"

"'Scandalous' is your middle name"

"I'm the black brother you're stuck with."

"Ice Cube, a.k.a. the Wrong Brother to Fuck With"

"I'm rich, pitchin'a bitch about gettin' more."

"The big fish swimmin' in big dough."

"You can't back stab her I've got to have a Lexus coupe."

"When I trip with the ski mask gotta get the cash."

"My homeboy ain't home so now I trespass."

"Trespass"