HRS may refer to:
48 Hrs. is a 1982 American action comedy film directed by Walter Hill, starring Nick Nolte and Eddie Murphy (in his film debut and Golden Globe Award-nominated role) as a cop and convict, respectively, who team up to catch a cop-killer. The title refers to the amount of time they have to solve the crime. It is Joel Silver's first film as a film producer. The screenplay was written by Hill, Roger Spottiswoode, Larry Gross, Steven E. de Souza, and Jeb Stuart.
It is often credited as being the first film in the "buddy cop" genre, which included the subsequent films Beverly Hills Cop, Lethal Weapon, and Rush Hour.
A sequel, Another 48 Hrs., was released on June 8, 1990.
Convicted thief Albert Ganz is working as part of a road gang in California, when a big Native American man named Billy Bear drives up in a pickup truck and asks for water to cool off his truck’s overheating radiator. Ganz and Billy exchange insults and proceed to stage a fight with each other, wrestling in a river, and when the guards try to break up the fight, Billy slips a gun to Ganz, and Billy and Ganz kill two of the three guards and flee the scene. Two days later, Ganz and Billy kill Henry Wong (John Hauk), who was one of their partners.
13Hrs is a 2010 British horror film directed by Jonathan Glendening. The film stars Isabella Calthorpe as the main female lead, and also features Gemma Atkinson, John Lynch, Joshua Bowman, Antony De Liseo and Tom Felton.
After spending a few years in Los Angeles, Sarah Tyler (Isabella Calthorpe) returns to her home in England. She arrives to find her brothers having a party in the barn, among which are Stephen Moore (Peter Gadiot), his girlfriend Emily (Gemma Atkinson), Charlie Moore (Gabriel Thomson), Gary Ashby (Tom Felton), Doug Walker (Joshua Bowman), their youngest brother Luke Moore (Antony De Liseo) and their dog, Stoner. Luke tells Sarah about their parents' arguments over bills, and their mother's supposed love affair. When Sarah inquires about this, Stephen reveals that her stepfather has accused her mother of having an affair with a man to whom she is paying large sums of money.
The brewing storm outside causes a power outage. The group notice blood at the top of the stairs. Gary leaves the group to look for candles; meanwhile the group sees that the blood is coming from their father's room. They find his lifeless body, which appears to have been attacked by some wild animal. At the same time, Gary discovers Stoner's bloody remains. The group encounters a beast-like creature and narrowly escape. When Gary calls to them, it catches and kills him. The group flees to the bathroom, and Sarah discovers a passageway leading up to the attic. Momentarily safe, the group contemplate their situation. Emily sees a pathway leading to another room, and the group decides that Sarah shall go down and distract the beast while Charlie goes to call for help on their father's phone.
Intro:
It is no longer 1999...
And I live in a world of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates mcs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to state my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard...
I been watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I know who you are...
Redemption is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you decide to cross...
'cause if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off
Verse:
Who's that six foot bald nigga from new york
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm illin
I don't give a f**k about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in the tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin
'cause alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny v vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new year
Niggas think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *willy*, let's take it back to philly
So you can find your roots, f**k braggin on your loot
Nigga you ain't that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really shocks you
This can't be the same motherf**ker freddie foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics, I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool, you think he's hard to find
I rip in dark posin alleys
As a kid got knowledge from the gods at the rally
I slip on the game like ballies
And show ten hoes how to stack it up, get money, new york to cali
Where a nigga tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new denali and drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him scally
F**k that nigga, tryin to play me like he bigger
In japan I'm worth ten figures
American, open the door and let derek in
I break my silence, after ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man I gave you benjamins
Every time I pulled up and get you in the benz again
We can never be friends again
You brought me tears when you took my right hand off for seven long years
Now he's back and corrupt
Driving new gs 400s, new jags, and new trucks
You should see the bad bitches that he f**k
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out daffy duck
Niggas are real this ain't n b high
You niggas ain't got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer, with *stock in the game*
Burn marks on my hands from the glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name, when I write rhymes I hydroplane
And think about my nigga kane
Alotta label motherf**kers'll be dead
You f**kin with my money is like f**kin with my head
Tryin to take my buttered bread
Niggas ain't shit, so I'm down with you kane
Any time realness, you ready feel this
I don't forget nothing, nothing at all
So mr. steve rifkind, expect my call
Niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars, I'll snap your f**kin neck
And don't pay me in no f**kin check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game, I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station, looking for a job
Too many niggas feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless, and outside naked
I represent the real grimy masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal asses
That shoot up your party and chill at mine
'cause they know I got love for real niggas, nine to nine there's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 hrs ahead
In 24 hrs you'll be dead