G15 Official - Baptism By Fire lyrics

Be careful when you're crossing the street
"At night, we make fire, and have our tea
And we listen for the ninja
Who never makes a sound" that's us

Yo, shoveling dope to the bellhop
Gunpowder smacks in the shell
Making the shell hot
He sell Ope, He sell coke, He sell pot
With the same logic that’s gone
And made hell hot i drop bombs that’s gon’
Give you the shellshock and in the end
He ain't gonna go and sell crops
So here's the plan, set up in Room 112
I have equipment planted right
Up on the shelf
This a place for drug dealing
So no sparking or lighting
And don't be a stugaz and
Double park by the hydrant
At 12, Cartagena will go in the elevator
With a couple of boys
Get out the couple of toys
Drop the C4 down in maintenance hatch
And please get the fuck out before
You go and get clapped
It's gonna blow up and the elevator
Will fall to the bottom any survivors? No
Good make sure the police don't spot 'em
Burn any evidence, and disfigure their corpse
To throw off any suspicion and
To go add some salt look you know I like you
And with all due respect
But I take care of my business
And move on with the next

Kill Iceberg, let’s keep it real Iceberg
You look like you’re packing
Some steel Iceberg
I hope you’re not afraid of me Iceberg
You gotta put your hands where
Your eyes can see, iceberg
Look in this war, we’re both cool Iceberg
Even though there’s conflicting loyalties
You bring bitches to school Iceburg
It’s your birthday huh? That’s dope as hell
Want some cake? I hope it goes well
With your status as a pimp
You’re expecting a stripper
But we found out where she
Lived, here’s a confession, we clipped her
We dumped her body in the basement
Let it decay
They won’t find the body for weeks
So let me just say
Instead of a hotty jumping out of the cake
It's one of my goons with
A shotty and considerable weight
I like you, and I wanna let you slide
But what’s to stop you from coming
Back? So now you gotta die
Look you know I like you
And with all due respect
But I take care of my business
And move on with the next

Just gimme yours, I’m so uncut raw
I’ll cut your throat like your hairline
With a buzz cut saw
Look I feel for you, we all got problems
Except I’m your biggest one
And you can’t go to the cops son
Listen I want everything you have
I have everything you want
Your family in the trunk of my car
I’m so bizarre i’d have you shot by some fat
Old lady who’s walkin’ her dog
Sosa you level headed so you’re
A threat to my cause
Even if you sent cops to arrest me
I could grab you through these bars
And with the pin point accuracy
Hitting the center like darts
Look, you and Giancana run the show
He’s the brawns
You’re the brains he slips while
You on your toes
Visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Fuck who’s the baddest
A person’s status depends on salary
Remember your words, as that old lady walk by
She blast you
And then she’ll snatch your shit as you die
Look, you fuckin' scary so I
Had to rub you out
Now onto the next guy I have
To go and snub out

I got a body bag with your name on it
Same shit
Everyday gonna blow your brains on it
You strangled the pope with his rosary
Under the orders of your compatriots
I’m not afraid
Get your face and put the case in it
I’ll pull the rug that you use to
Pray East out from under you
Even Muhammed struggles in fear
Your momma scared to be lovin' you
You think I haven’t heard bout ‘73, ‘86?
Your reputation precedes you
On some crazy shit
You made your bones killing
Squads of Viet Kong
Same place of Uncommon Valor, Vietnam
In Eighty Six served 15
For shooting the Mayor
Stabbing his son with a razor
Boombox blaring out Slayer
You the muscle, so I’ll admit I’m startled
You hit hard
I’ll hit harder tho leave it hard to
Fuck it, i’ll send a platoon of corrupt
Police to your door
Wash my hands with your blood
Deal with the problem no more

It’s a shame that I gotta take you to war
Executioner style
Put your face on them boards
But I got money on my brain
I’m blowin’ up in the world
I’m on my road to the riches
But I’ll always want more
I’m a greedy piece of shit
I want all of the pie i’d live and let die
But I’d rather live ahead of the time
Me and three other goons chase
You for my wealth
We chase you cross the country
I’ll finish you myself
I got a bullet with your name on it
Number one
Former boss of the Luciano family
So I got my gun now you on the run
We shooting out each of your tires
Ambushed while you selling drugs
Peace while you die sir
We cornered you at the same
Gas station you ran to years ago
In Mexico shoot the pumps and blow
Up while you ran through
The place where you rose is the
Same place where you fall
Heed the words of God and answer your call

Fuck it, while I’m going with my crew
To take down the don
I got hitmen who put a bunch
Of needles in their arm
Tony Starks and Lou Diamond pushing the
Same H on the corner so I got the hitmen as
The customers pretending to order their pay
The heroin that they got in the car
Just be careful of the witnesses
Nearby in the bar
Packing 22’s and 38’s in the jacket pocket
And when they backs turned
You know that they’ll blast and cock it
The plan is afterwards
They get the H and they run
Any come back alive to me
Then I fulfill the pay stub
If one of them ends up in jail
Then they’ll overdose
No witnesses to escape alive
Burn ‘em inside call that Jehovah’s toast
The plan’s set
They walk up ready to purchase
Gave the both of them money, "Hey
Thank you for your service"
They pull it out, the guns slip and fall out
Graze Tony in the head
One of the guns stall out
Two of them get shot by
Lou Diamond in the neck, mate
Tony Stark’s 12 gauge shotgun
Into your breastplate
Fuck they all dead, what the fuck we gon’ do?
(You done fucked with us so
We coming for you, nigga)

Don't worry (Beep beep)
This motherfucker isn't gonna get
Away with this (Beep beep)
We'll get him (Beep beep)
You'll see (Beep beep)