She from West Farms. Dunno how she hooked up with that nikka but, as a kid, she rightfully had me shook of him.
As I understand it (cause I just heard these stories from my uncles) once they started really getting notoriety around the town, they organized other drug/get money crews in the area on some REAL "get down or lay down" shyt...like, they were REALLY on that time (that's prollee where Beans got that sensibility from in "State Property"). So yeah, a syndicate of different crews, but you either joined them purposefully or you joined by force. I even heard that they once tried to extort the manager at Rick Mahorn's club in Cherry Hill (on Cuthburt) back when it used to really pop off there. Guess that didn't go too well, though, cause alotta famous people (and cops) used to frequent there, and they must've gotten wind of it, so they kinda fell back from it.
Maybe some other Philly heads can speak to this with greater detail....? All I know is what my uncles told me, and them nikkas was in the streets heavy back then. Two got knocked and are doing football numbers....my uncle Vic just got out last year, and he was sentenced in '93. I'm just glad their old asses are still alive. They're very active in the church now.
As far as other groups in Philly who were wreckin' shyt in the 90s.....all I know is them O Gang nikkas kicked in the door of one of my uncle's spots back in the early 90s and pistol whipped ere'body in the jawn. What was REALLY wild - and what most people not in the streets don't KNOW - is that even though O Gang was a predominantly Italian gang, they had the GRIP of young Black cats as runners for them, mostly pills and Tylenol 3's, and them young nikkas was sick in the head f'real. True story: one cat I knew named Shawn used to work for them....one day we were chillin', laughin' and vibin all afternoon, right? So Shawn left to go see his girl. I guess he found out that she was cheating, so he straight blew her head off with a sawed-off....like not even an HOUR after laughin' and chillin' with us. Like, you just never knew who would completely crash out at a moment's notice. The 90s in Philly was a wild time (dont get me started on my Bronx/Harlem summers growing up).
(Damn, y'all got me reminiscing on some Mary J Blige shyt.
)But yeah....all these shyts are the reasons why my Dad was like "you're gettin up outta here, take your ass to law school" and sent me to Creighton, halfway across the country.
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I didn't know bout that but I don't follow the modeling world
