A Man and His Job (2013)

Actors

• James Crichton (actor)
• Kimberley Cosham (actress)
• Hollie Peters (actress)
• Luke Mepham (writer)
• Luke Mepham (director)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

You Kill Me (2010)

Actors

• Tom Becker (actor)
• Arleen Braithwaite (actor)
• Will Haven (actor)
• Jim Hayes (actor)
• Marc Hickman (actor)
• Robin Shellman (actor)
• Amy Campbell (producer)
• Jason Smith (producer)
• Valmik Campbell (writer)
• Valmik Campbell (composer)
• Valmik Campbell (costume designer)
• Valmik Campbell (director)
• Valmik Campbell (editor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Crime
• Short

Taglines:

Killing's not as easy as it looks.

You Are Here (2004)

Actors

• David Austin (actor)
• Matty Castano (actor)
• Mario de Arce (actor)
• Richard T. Henry (actor)
• Rob Mars (actor)
• Spence Maughon (actor)
• George Salinas (actor)
• Zander Schaus (actor)
• Max Taylor (actor)
• Chris Todd (actor)
• Delpaneaux Wills (actor)
• Jodi Clay (actress)
• Lindsay Hightower (actress)
• Jen McAllister (actress)
• Cory Assink (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Comedy
• Crime
• Drama
• Thriller

Taglines:

Your Self Finds You.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Hit - 50 Cent
• The Hit - Punchline
• The Hit - Smile Empty Soul
• The Hit - Daughters
• The Hit - Shyne
• The Hit - Wu-Syndicate

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
[Verse 1]
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 2]
Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
Better check my batting average, I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes
[Chorus]
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
[Verse 3]
Yo, son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do'
I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
(Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
They ain't here on a hunt for food,
So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
It won't go easy, believe me
[Chorus: repeat 3X]
I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
(50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)

How long, how long as this been going on?
Don't you tell me that it's not.
Where did you go?
I want you know,
That it is too late, you've been caught.
What will I do,
With no one to run to?
I walk around with my head in the clouds.
I think you've had enough.
It won't be easy for me,
to fall in love again.
So how can you tell me, (oooh)
That this isn't love
When my heart is on fire?
How long, how long will I be holding on
To the ghost that you've become?
Where did you go?
Because I wan't you to know
that I am still standing here stunned.
When you're a fool,
Nobody loves you.
You walk around with your head in the clouds.
I think I've had enough.
It won't be easy for me,
to fall in love again.
So how can you tell me, (oooh)
That this isn't love
When my heart is on fire?
It won't be easy for me,
to fall in love again. (yeah yeah)
So how can you tell me,
That this isn't love
When my heart is on fire?
How long, how long has this been going on? (hey!)
How long, how long has this been going on? (hey!)
How long, how long has this been going on? (hey!)
How long, how long?
It won't be easy for me,
to fall in love again.
So how can you tell me, (oooh)
That this isn't love
When my heart is on fire?
It won't be easy for me, (no!)
to fall in love again.
So how can you tell me, (oooh)
That this isn't love
When my heart is on fire?
(On fire, yeah)

Hey record company, do you need a hit
'Cause I need a hit too, to give me a different view
Hey Mr. Producer do you want a hit
Cause I want a hit too, to keep me from hitting you
Just being in the same room with you
Makes me want to get high
So I can forget you
Just being in the same room with you
I think I'm losing my mind
I've got nothing to lose.
Hey landlord, do you need the rent
'Cause I need the rent too, so I can afford food
Hey baby do you need some of my time
'Cause I need my time too, to not think about you
Take me away from these people
That want shit from me
Just tell them I'm busy
So fuck off and die
Hey record company, do you need a hit
'Cause I need a hit too

A white man, in a white suit, an a white horse rides into town off that dusty ol' trail.
He rides into town, not just any town. I'm talking d-e-a-de-n-d
with integrity and his heart on his sleeve.
He hopes they are going to buy what he believes.
He offers every fool and every friend.
that's a population of one hundred and three.
a cure to their unchristian like ways.
with a simple process of "drawing out"
through the hole in the top of the skull
then a snip, a cut and a couple of knots tied off.
He offers to make them as good as new.
"Better than you're used to"
Sadly. The locals didn't take kindly to this well intentioned man
They don't want a hand out form him.
Instead, they take offense to a man coming into their town looking to tell right from wrong.
That's when the situation goes from bad to worse.
As they string him up at the town hall.
It appears our smart-ass should have kept along that dusty, lonely trail.

Look at this nigga, stuntin' in front of Justin's, actin' silly
If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with this milli
You hoe, niggaz, move a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over shit
Ain't that the same kid that shot Reg in the head?
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been dead
Just came home from doin' ten up in the Feds
Be extortin' kingpins for they horse and they bread
Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure, I'm surprised he ain't test ya
Mad niggaz know better
I ain't comin' up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin'
I'll kill that motherfucker, fuck him, yeah, I'll pay him somethin'
Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalk
Let him collect his thoughts
I'm the strongest force in New York
'Til I'm a corpse and even then, I'll be buried with bricks
And money filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later
I'm in the spot, takin' it light
Watchin' the Tyson fight, it's packed, uh, with killers and rats
Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious
Cars pilin' up the block for blocks, nigga, Bentleys and 6's
This the place to be, where all the gangsters meet
As I pick up my drink, I see my man Fat Pete
But before I could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder
And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the place
Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his bodyguards shot back
Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fled
But who the fuck would do somethin' so brazen and reckless?
Had to be some niggaz tryin' to send a message
Next day I got a call from uptown to
Come have a meetin' with The Council
'Bout the shit that's been goin' down
Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete, shot Reg in the head
Bottom line, he's out of control, he got to be dead
He's startin' to be a real problem
Extortin' niggaz, Brooklyn through Harlem
But he fucked around and crossed the margin, touched one of ours
He got to go, he from your hood, handle it Poe
Say no mo', I'm out the do'
Went back to the spot to grab the guns
Semi auto check, AK 40 check, shotgun check, revolver, that's perfect
Called Tiz and told him meet me in an hour
Bring the caravan, you know the plan
Ski masks and stockings, seen him down the ave, boppin'
Him and a friend, just hopped in a Benz
Twenty inches on the rims, let's follow 'em slow, keep 'em in sight
Wait 'til he stop at a red light, then roll the window down
And kiss them bitches goodnight, they musta saw somethin'
'Cause the Benz busted you and came at us firin' shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the driver's side wet
The Benz ran in a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin' the tec
One nigga's body was split in half, the other nigga still movin'
Heard sirens comin' closer, as I'm 'bout to shoot him
But fuck it, I opened his mouth and let the tec spray

[Intro][Joe Mafia]
Shit, pass the clubs it over here
Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft
Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt
Niggas got Napolean down
Gassed their whole scene
[Napolean]
Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states
Fans walked in with ten video tapes
I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years
Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear
Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman
Took both families out for a hundred grand
Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles
With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions
Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,
Who flexed gold just on his Lex
But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight
Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes
He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana
Game info about this chick named Tiwanna
Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains
Underground stash location with six million
To take, revail straight mafia shit
Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick
He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted
Murder cases, some foul and some fixed
Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints
Chorus- Myalansky
Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints
Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean
Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in
Shisty can't leave no traces and shit
We barkin here
[Joe Mafia]
We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out
Who thugged his back out? I can't see him
One of the cats shot the lights out
Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky
I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun
Turn around son, blow we bust one
So close it almost touched him
You aight son? I got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?
They trying to leave a nigga rockless
When he came into the spot though
Watching Polio get dough
They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
We made our way out, with the flame out
With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point
Who thugged his back out?
Chorus
[Myalansky]
Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean
Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in
Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers
Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them
Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy
You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them
Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him
Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
Though we never forget their ass
Stash the burners, no fingerprints
No rust say shit, routine, go head