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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Nov 27, 2009 2:46:31 GMT -5
Owner: Sanchez Diego Manager: Michael "Mikey" Diego Genre: Rap/Hip Hop Total Artists: 8 Ships: World Wide Employees: 100 Recording Studio: Luxurious Protection: LSB and GMM Protection Income: $50,000 for both gangs Income: $150,000 per month Business Logo: 
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Dec 6, 2009 3:57:27 GMT -5
VIVA RECORD CONTRACT:
Years: 3
Advance: $75,000 Per Month
Bonus: $100,000 Per Year
Albums: 8
Singles: 10
Royalty: 20%
Merchandise: Hats, T-Shirts, Hoodies, Sports Items and Mugs
Expenses: $25,000 Per Year
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jan 11, 2010 12:12:04 GMT -5
GMM OG Kay-J, walks into the labels' studio and sees Viva finishing a recording session. Everybody greets Kay-J. Viva gives him a pound as he e ters the room:
V: Hey homie! What brings you here?
K-J: What's up homie. I'm here to work on that track with you. Remember? I talked to you about it when you were on your tour.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jan 11, 2010 14:16:10 GMT -5
Viva: Oh yeah, so, what kinda' tracks you god' in mind?
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jan 13, 2010 19:31:37 GMT -5
K-J: I call the track, "B.R.I.M.", it's a track that disses the Brims' artist, Baby Bang. If you're still down, meet me in Studio B at my label, Kryptonite Entertainment, we can work on it there. My label's best producer, DJ Bloody Knuckles, already has a hot beat for us. If you're
still down for the track, drop by. (Kay-J then leaves)
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jan 14, 2010 12:25:40 GMT -5
Viva is already exited and follows K-J but on foot.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jun 15, 2010 11:32:31 GMT -5
FLY RECORD CONTRACT:
Years: 5
Bonus: $5,000 per year
Albums: 20
Singles: 10
Royalty: 50%
Merchandise: Shirt, hats, sports items, mugs
Expenses: $30,000 per year
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jun 15, 2010 11:37:08 GMT -5
OG Fly enters the recording room and begins to rap.
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause Fly this, Fly that, Fly stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, Fly on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore da' cops could even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jun 15, 2010 14:48:44 GMT -5
Kay-J is chilling in the recording studio with Madd Dogg and some other artists, when he hears the rhymes Fly just spat. As Fly exits the recording booth, Kay-J goes up to him:
K-J: Yo homie, that shit was fire. You got talent. I'm looking for a new artist to feature on my next mixtape. DJ Bloody Knuckles already has all the beats ready. Madd Dogg is already being featured on that mixtape too. What do you say?
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jun 16, 2010 10:28:52 GMT -5
Fly: Sure, ese. Shall we go into my studio an' work out a few rhymes?
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jun 17, 2010 13:06:11 GMT -5
K-J: Sure. Let's go.
Kay-J follows Fly.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Jun 17, 2010 13:23:35 GMT -5
Fly leads K-J to his studio and then speaks.
Fly: Listen to dese'.
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jun 17, 2010 17:47:01 GMT -5
K-J: Oh shit! You definitely gonna be featured on my next mixtape!
Kay-J gives Fly a pound:
K-J: Yo check it:
Now ever since the day I/
Was yay high/
I always used to stay fly/
I'd play by/
My own rules/
I'd stay high/
I'm stone blue/
My homies call me Kay-J/
I chill wit bitches everyday/
Shoot anybody in my way/
Love weed, love girls, love to get paid/
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Jun 17, 2010 17:52:23 GMT -5
Kay-J finishes up and steps out of the recording booth. He gives Fly & DJ Bloody Knuckles a pound:
K-J: Yo, good shit homie. We're gonna hit up all the radio stations wit this shit!
Fly: Hell yeah holmes.
K-J: This track is gonna be #1 on the Hip-Hop charts. Let's call the track, "Blow 4 Blow".
Fly: Cool.
Kay-J then takes the track, and heads to Radio Los Santos.
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