Our rule was simple: make money, spend money, stay fresh, and get the baddest girls in sight.
Tale of the Streetz, Part 5:
Have you ever smelled cocaine? That shit has the weirdest aroma you can ever imagine but one thing for sure, you'll know when it’s around. Who would think a white powder could cause such an epidemic? But someone did and they went to work starting a multi-million dollar business. When I was growing up, it seemed like everyone had some contact or relationship to the drug. I remember coming into a room as a kid and seeing so much white stuff on the table I thought it was candy. I use to tell all the kids at school I had the whitest candy in the world- who knew? That’s what I feel like Street Value is (that new epidemic). By the time the people catch on completely to our new drug, we’re going to be a full-fledged problem and a multi-million dollar business.
By the time I was 16, 17 it was a team of us. We already had a lot of hood assets (cars, jewelry, money, girls) all kind of crazy shit for our age. Lefty already knew how to fly a plane; Killa was, shit, a killer; Church [was a] real nigga; 2E was a live wire; Box… what more can I say? P, keep your head up. Last I heard, he had went to jail for some jewelry shit, and Toons was my nigga we even stayed together and got it in down in Miami dred.
If it’s one thing we knew how to do it was get money, be it hustling, basketball, gambling, guns, etc we knew how to supply demand and shit, no one was fucking with us that's all I know- no one.
Young, old, small, tall, we never back down from a soul. 2E was always watching these crazy mob movies and making us watch that shit, so to us doing street shit was fun, and if nothing else it was a great story for the next day. I remember this one time we had a fight with this gang of niggas, which usually always got going because we would never shut the fuck up. Old heads hated our smart mouths and attitude.
Anyway, this big vibe starts between us and this park full of niggas. If we were wrong or right, we stood with each other and always had each other’s back. For the record we was wrong for the fight but fuck it. We had to dip out but at that point I think it was about six of us and like 20 of them (they was having some barbeque or something).
So we went and got these machine guns (someone always kept a buried machine gun between us) and follow them back to this church. So here we are riding back and forth telling them to come out the church yard so we can shot them. We wanted to shot them but not in the church yard. Boy, we were wild and stupid back then. We ended up letting off a few shots in the air, which I guess still made our point we not to be messed with (them niggas was running like roaches with the lights on).
I think the whole shit started over a foul call but the word that hit the street was them untouchable boyz was crazy. Our rule was simple: make money, spend money, stay fresh, and get the baddest girls in sight. Seem like we use to hang out all the time smoking, blasting music, and thinking about ways to take over the country because for us we was already grown and our pops was either running around or in jail or dead (so all we had was us).
So I can still remember the day that we got that news that Pac was dead, niggas went into shock. Shit, I remember a lot of people instantly wanting to kill Biggie because they felt like Pac was their daddy and Biggie was responsible for him dying.
But the one thing we all love was music that just seemed to keep us all connected. Only thing was, we loved that reggae back then, that was all it was about: reggae. Before the Biggie and Pac beef, we were all talking about Beenie vs. Bounty Killa.
Shit, it was so much about reggae that I remember. Jay-Z coming to the island for something and no one even went out (imagine no one going to see Jay-Z) because no one knew whom he was. This was around his first or second album.
Seem like every concert we ever went to ended in a fight or shootout, but we always went back. When it came to the block, club, school, it just seem like we was the guys that everyone wanted to be around, we pulled all attention. While everyone was busy seeing the music, though, I was thinking money. We knew everyone and most everyone liked us, and that's how I first got into this music game.
[I started] setting up shows for clubs. It was good money but allowed me access to meeting artists and learning more about this music business and a blind man could see this was quickly becoming the new hustle. By this time, we were importing and exporting immigrants, throwing some of the best parties, and living it up at least according to our standards. But it was time to change and get into other things.
I'll never forget my pops had these boots and whenever I saw them come out the closest that meant one thing: it was time for him to go to court. I hated them shoes, they were ugly as fuck and sometimes he wouldn't come back for months. [I] never understood why he kept wearing them stupid ass shoes.
Maybe if he had changed them up every now and then, he would have had better results. I learned from that and changed up my hustle to get a new look and better results. With that [being] said, Obama just won for the Democrats, music is selling again, and my new album for the streets is coming real soon. The Streets Are Now Mine, and my debut project is coming out crazy so that makes it another good week for niggers. "Won’t you like to be a nigger too?" Nas you something else.
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STREETZ
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charminchar says:
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Damn Streetz! You brought back some crazy but special memories right there. Haven't seen ya in a minute. You guys were the shit raising hell from 10th grade. You were always the fly one with all the latest gear, latest rap CDs. When most kids got dropped of this nigga drove up. Hustler I tell ya! Ya'll brought some real excitment on campus, waring with gangs, police pulling up and shit....this is high school dread! LMAO! These niggas would cut school through a hole in the fence to go run vibes and the security guard couldn't say shit! They had it like that. Anyway, point is, I always knew if no one else in your crew jumped off the ground, you would still find a way to touch the sky. Peace&Love
June 13, 2008 at 10:58 pm