Chris: Paul Pierce (no homer). Gotta be an older charismatic guy, that while he might not be the quickest gun or the toughest puncher, he's smart enough to know what he's doing.
Vin (McQueen): He's harder. I'd say Kevin Durant if he were older would be a lock here, or Ray Allen if he were younger. Steve Nash. Funny guy, skilled, won't have a problem riding shotgun.
Harry: Zach Randolph. 2 words, fark you, pay me. Too paranoid and not enough going on upstairs to see past the bottom line, but too good to turn away.
Bronson: Kevin Garnett. This frankly needs no explanation.
Lee (the fugitive): Carmelo Anthony. You know he's too nice with it to tell him to go away, and at the same time, Melo has been running from something his whole life. He'll never tell tho, cuz snitches get stitches, and wide brimmed glasses.
Britt (the tall knife guy): Ah, now we have a place for Kevin Durant. Quiet, deadly, too skinny. Durantula.
Chico: Nate Robinson. Young, too excitable, but you can't doubt his heart.