I can't take this movie serious. But me, being me, I wish a mata effa would come ringing my door bell talking about they gonna kill me in a certain amount of time if I don't give them what they want. I got all these guns, shotguns, pistols, and SMGs. They threatening me wearing some damn prom outfits and gardening tools? NIIIGGGAAA Pleeaassssseee! I'll blast every last one of those fools, ain't a bunch a Beverly Hills geeks going be coming in my hood threatening me and my home. Aint gon be no negotiating either, we get straight to it. As soon they ring the door bell, we come out blasting. Get this weak ish out of here. Real talk homie.