Blastin' Fool Records

[Ricky Morello]

Ricky Morello walked through the doors of Blastin' Fools Records in his vintage tie and suit, and walked to the front desk. He had one hand in his pocket and the other laying on the desk.

"Hello, I would like to buy Blastin' Fools Records" he said with a grin to the lady at the front desk. She looked at Morello with a raised eyebrow, and started jabbing at her phone. She held a button and leaned down to the speaker of the phone.
"Mr. Glover, theres a man here to see you." she told him.
Ricky could hear a faint voice tell her to send him up. So, she looked at him, and he knew that he was supposed to go.
"He's on the last door on floor 5." she told Ricky.

He walked to the elevator and ended up on floor 5. He saw the only door was the one at the end of the hall. He quickly made his way down the hall and into the room. He entered a big white room, full of old records and music awards. A man was seated in a desk. He was black, with a shaved head, and a blue suit. Morello walked to him and put down $10,000 onto the desk.

The executive looked at the money, then stared at Morello.
"You got a deal."

Ricky smiled, he had made his first deal in Los Santos, with a mere 10 grand. He could also get to work on making some money with Blastin' Fools Records. This is his first few steps in becoming the most powerful man in Los Santos.

[Ricky Morello]

Blastin' Fools Records, Market
6:30 PM

Ricky is sitting in his brand new office, but because of contract clause, the previous owner took all his awards and platinum records.

Ricky: That son of a bitch. Now it looks like I'm starting from scratch. I should look for a gang to represent Blastin' Fools Records, they could even do my dirty work. And what a fine asset this place is, looks like Im getting $5,000 dollars every week.

Ricky grinned at his last thought, but then stood up and out from his chair. He looked out of the window behind him. He looks across the horizon of Los Santos, and sees Ganton.

Ricky: And thats where I'll find my gang.

Ricky walked over to the door of his office and walked out, then made his way to floor 1, through the elevator. He then exited the building and made his way to Ganton.

[Joseph Demon Climer]

For Sale- 100,000
Lj walks in
L- Hello
A guy gets up from behide the counter
L- yeah i would like to record a song
G- It will cost you 1,000 Dollars now you will have to wait for some rich guy to buy the place before we can sign anyone
The guy leads Jamal into the recording studio
G- You ready
L- Yeah
G- Here we go
Lj starts rappin

[Joseph Demon Climer]

Carbon 15's, AK's and Mac 11's
Bout to send you pussy niggaz on a stairway to heaven
Ayy - ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy
Ye ain't no killer nigga, ye ain't no killer boy

[Verse One]
I took a sip and then I checked my pistol, then I hit my sack
and grabbed the phone, think I better call my sister, cause I need mo' gats
Nigga just bounced of prison and made the decision on how he gon' act
In the back of the club swoll up like the Hulk gettin bust
Steady talkin 'bout who he gon' trap
Who, meeee? Southwest Atlanta O.G.
Great with the hand like the Gingerbread Man
But I pull the four-fifth just as fast as I can
Y'all niggaz ain't used to the pain
I don't even think y'all fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
Tell from your chest you ain't got no heart
I can tell how you walkin, got no game
Thangs on us plus thangs in the car - yeah
Bopped and banged and popped and drained and pained and
dropped him maimed him dead, now thank the stainless

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Two]
Yo.. yo, nigga straighten y'all faces up, but we know y'all fake as fuck
Y'all niggaz ain't got no balls, we know y'all niggaz ain't made like us
Lotta y'all fin' to get called out, lotta y'all fin' to lose y'all clout
If the rood to the riches lead through my hood it's best you change y'all route
Cause we like to play bump and rob
We can handle with the heat or we can squab
It don't make a bit of difference to me
Cause potnah we roll just like the mob
Y'all niggaz keep beatin y'all chest
Find someone else to impress
'Fore you get yo' back blowed out
Cause you felt the need for you to flex
A nigga raised to plot and scheme, and everyday live for the pop that thing
When it comes to this crack cocaine I put that thang to side of your brain

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Verse Three]
Y'all niggaz ain't real - y'all niggaz ain't real
Y'all niggaz ain't trill - y'all niggaz ain't trill
When it's time to ride
Jeezy the first one to grab the steel - grab the steel
Y'all niggaz some hoes - y'all niggaz some hoes
Y'all niggaz some bitches - y'all niggaz some bitches
Heard you turned state's - WHAT?!
Y'all niggaz some snitches - y'all niggaz some snitches
Y'all niggaz some frauds - y'all niggaz some frauds
Y'all niggaz some fakes - y'all niggaz some fakes
Doin all that flexin - doin all that flexin
And ain't got no cake - ain't got no cake
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me (geyeah)
Blow about everything around me (yeah)
Right in the Trap is where you find me (let's get it)
Try to rob me dawg it ain't likely (ayy)
Real niggaz dawg I run with them (that's right)
O.G., Meezy and Gangsta Slim (geyeah)
Ride the whole clip until I'm finished
Hold up - wait one motherfuckin minute (let's go)
Y'all lames y'all know how the game go (what)
Can't find you, shoot up your kinfolk (geyeah)
C-T-E to the sho' nuff crew (ayy)
Who's the killer, me or you?

[Chorus]

[Joseph Demon Climer]

G- God that song is tight look we will call you when someone buys the place
Lj walks out
L- Peace

[Craig Dillard]

Using some of his connections, Trey found out the phone number of Ricky Morello, and dialed it.

Trey: Hey, are you Mr Morello? My name is Trey, Trey Jones. I'll get to the point. I heard you're lookin' for a gang to protect yo' business. My sir, I appear to be an OG of a gang known as The Ganton Killas, or TGK. Those niggaz can help you, sir. Peace.

He hanged up, hoping that Ricky Morello will reply positively.