# VIDEO: Alpo & Rich 2 Final.mov

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Yo what's good evil streets family you know the vibes we back at it shout to everybody locked in members subscribers tapping in daily y'all the backbone of this whole operation the reason we still standing anyone trying to push their music brand whatever hit evil streets media at gmail.com we can build something I see all the cash app love too and if you trying to support hit evil streets tv on cash app every dollar go right back into the grind alright enough talk let's dive into this street chronicle soon as AZ locked arms with rich and LA that Colombian pipeline behind him the operation went stupid crazy numbers shot to the moon overnight crews got assembled fast real ones the type that cement entire corners they called them gates in New York and rich and LA had theirs locked down airtight the bread was flowing heavy AZ was pulling 50 racks a week like it was regular math he made sure rich and LA got fed from the same pot then one day rich rolled up to the block in a gold bins sitting behind tinted windows while some thick brown skin kid did the driving cats started whispering yo who's the new face rich broke it down this was AZ new to the circuit but already moving like a silent threat AZ got the co-sign from his connect Lulu who had a direct link to Pablo's operation no middleman no stepped on product no BS AZ said he was copping kilos at such a crazy low number he ain't even need to cut it to see profit it wasn't long before rich and LA found themselves sitting in AZ's whip asking how he leveled up so quick he laid out the whole blueprint and tossed them a brick one full key that was the day rich and LA's hustle hit another stratosphere 144th and 7th became a cash machine duffel bags replaced pockets the lifestyle escalated instant rich pulled up later in a fresh Jeep wagon here LA cruising through in a black Jeep Laredo blasting LL cool J California loud enough for Lennox avenue to feel the bass rattling through the concrete they were young flush reckless and felt bulletproof but Harlem always got a way of reminding you good times don't stay good for long Harlem still whispers about that night like it's a ghost tale LA got hit right outside the rooftop that legendary skating joint up on 155th and 8th if you was from uptown you already know the rooftop wasn't just a rink it was a whole universe lights flashing music shaking the floors every small time hustler dancer and fly chick packed in like it was Sunday mass and LA man LA floated through that spot like the floor was his kingdom smoothest cat on wheels always gliding always shining rich had tried to warn him told him the rooftop had too many envious hearts watching too many dudes who ain't like seeing LA and rich glow the way they glowed but LA was one of them cats who felt invincible young loved and moving too smooth to believe dirt could touch him but the streets don't care how nice you skate that night LA outside flexing light telling baby J and Jerome Harris how clean his ride was looking regular Harlem boasting nothing wild then out the shadows here comes blood clots sliding through and he let that thing sing no yelling no warning just thunder LA caught it bad LA dropped leaking still trying to hold on telling baby J and Jerome yo get me to the hospital but instead of scooping him they froze talking about they ain't want to mess their car up with blood one of the coldest things cats still talk about to this day eventually somebody got him to Harlem hospital but time ain't wait whole hood flooded the front of that building crying pacing praying refusing to believe the golden boy of uptown got snatched when the news dropped that he ain't make it the entire block felt it in their soul cats from 143rd 144th all through the Drew Hamilton projects people LA helped people who never even met him all grieving like they lost blood rich was crushed the whole 200 building felt that shift LA wasn't just some cat he fed people looked out kept the block breathing and he ain't have static with nobody everybody loved LA except the one dude whose jealousy turned into a bullet OGs still say it plain LA ain't deserve that but in the streets nobody too loved to get dropped one wrong step and it's over later AZ admitted he never knew the full story at the time but he remembered something that made everything line up ugly wild back him rich and LA waited outside this restaurant 721 watching for a dude to come out when he stepped outside rich and LA pressed him then started letting off dude fell got up started clapping back only reason he lived real Kevlar vest under the clothes AZ found out later that dude was blood clots Harlem small like that and word on the pavement was simple blood clots killed LA to get back for that shooting plus LA thought he was involved in the robbery at his mom's crib a month before so once those shots flew folks ain't need detectives to explain nothing Harlem already solved the case years later blood clots got taken out to another body swallowed by the same streets he fed but everybody remembered him for one thing he the one who killed LA after that uptown went nuclear cops everywhere tension thick like smoke and a lot of dudes started pointing fingers at rich saying he secretly wanted LA gone pure gossip but gossip in Harlem can start wars some dudes swore the whole situation was on rich's head LA rocked with Dewop heavy and people thought wop would come for rich behind that but nothing moved still rich was spooked wop wasn't no lightweight and his team rolled deep and even with all that death in the air rich kept climbing became one of the most stamped most whispered about names to ever come out the crack era once AZ plugged him with that Colombian coke connect the whole game changed rich went full throttle into the hustle no breaks no hesitation cocaine turned him into a legend had him flying through Harlem like the streets themselves co-signed him Alpo slid into the picture later after rich caught a case rich had gotten into a shootout with the same dude who robbed LA's moms and supposedly shot LA streets say rich rode for his man that day but when the smoke cleared rich was the one holding the hot gun cops charged him with attempted murder and he took a plea six months on a pistol case the other dude disappeared into the night and that was Harlem back then loyalty betrayal bullets legends rising and falling in the same breath a whole crime saga written in concrete and blood and everybody in uptown still knows the chapter where LA fell back in them days uptown's west side was its own kingdom a fortress of black families old heads posted on milk crates young wolves getting money and a code that had been in place since before most of these dudes could spell Harlem if you ain't grow up there you had to earn your stripes to even walk them blocks like you belonged so when Alpo started popping up on the west side dark skin loud with it moving like he owned airspace everybody assumed he was one of theirs whole hood thought he was Harlem born Harlem bred ain't nobody realized he really came from the east side that wild pocket of Spanish Harlem where the vibe was different the slang was different the grind was different but his energy his swagger it fit in clean had dudes confused you'd catch him with a whole entourage that sounded like a mixtape lineup T money Joe love Alimo Benny Hill black monk the settles tone little pop baby J little black butter Sean Barnes Darrell Barnes Aggie whitey Gregorito bat Ross a rotating cast of uptown characters all orbiting around this new loudmouth kid who wasn't scared to test boundaries Alpo kept a base at a Mandale's restaurant that was his little stage new face new territory but he was carving out his lane quicker than old heads thought possible and he stayed parading through 119th with that tiger stripe pit bull named rock that dog was like his copilot muscle on a leash people used to think the pit belong to the block that's how often they saw Alpo out there stomping through like a mayor one day he stopped mid block barking out yo what's really up with that boy rich you could hear the tension in his voice I ain't never vibe with them uptown dudes especially when they used to cruise down 119th like they owned it I wanted to say something back then but I chilled that was Alpo's whole style reckless charisma always looking for the spotlight always trying to eclipse whoever stood in it before him he remembered the night LA got murdered outside the rooftop said after that him and rich grew tight trauma bond two young go-getters who love the same high-end toys same fly cars same convertible beamers same new jeeps flashy Harlem twins in the making and with money came ego games uptown loved to gamble on anything that moved breathed or jumped Alpo would put a hundred dollars on rock betting the pit could leap clean over a parked car without touching it Alpo came up from the east side Spanish Harlem streets half black half Puerto Rican a straight up pretty boy with a killer streak the kind of dude who moved with a purpose and never let anything slide AZ put him on to the game and that's when everything shifted Alpo went from east side nobody to west side somebody moving weight with surgical precision he and rich started running together started building an empire on top of LA's ghost started taking over blocks one at a time the money got crazy the bodies started piling up and ain't nobody could stop what was coming Alpo's name became synonymous with murder with the plug with the crown and rich rode his wave until that wave became a tsunami that drowned them both The streets of Harlem raised two legends and buried them just the same LA Rich Alpo all names that still echo through 144th and 7th whispered in baritone by OGs sitting on milk crates remembering when the game was pure and death was the only rule that mattered These cats became the fabric of Harlem's darkest chapters immortalized in street lore as the young kings who moved weight and bodies with equal parts passion and callousness Their legacy ain't glory it's a cautionary tale written in the blood of the innocent and the streets they thought they owned The game don't love nobody it just takes everything you got and leaves you as a memory for the next generation to talk about in the dark.