- published: 29 Mar 2011
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In Cold Blood is a 1967 film based on Truman Capote's book of the same name. Richard Brooks prepared the adaptation and directed the film. It stars Robert Blake as Perry Smith, Scott Wilson as Richard "Dick" Hickock, and John Forsythe as Alvin Dewey. The film follows the trail of Smith and Hickock; they break into the home of the Clutter family in Holcomb, Kansas, kill all four members of the family who are present, go on the run, and are found and caught by the police, tried for the murders, and eventually executed. Although the film is in parts faithful to the book, Brooks created a fictional character, "The Reporter" (played by Paul Stewart). The film was nominated for four Academy Awards: Director, Original Score, Cinematography, and Adapted Screenplay.
Some scenes were filmed at the locations of the original events, including Garden City and Holcomb, Kansas; Kansas State Penitentiary, where Smith and Hickock were executed; and the Clutter residence, where the murders took place.
Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy
I murdered all of my foes, contract killing
Twenty K will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war, I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor ways
Never could imagine it livin' with paralysis
Shoulda check ya rear view, made a better analysis
Wack yayo caught him slippin' while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my Bevardo, my jazzy bitch in Milano
With niggaz pay me the model
Sway Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street
And I never missed a heartbeat
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
Got well over fifty, fifty you better watch it
Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like a real thug
Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest convenience I'ma kill ya
Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy
God, wanna see you niggaz in a Bentley
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
Got well over fifty and keep fifty in my pocket
Limousines for the don, number three is the charm
Flee red carpet chillin' E on my arm
Purple rain, smokin' haze, smokin' weed
Call it purple brain
I'm in the purple lable, daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I'm swoorvin' in a purple car
What's the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one 'cause I'm sport man
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
You know I'm totin' the rocket so don't make a nigga poppin'