VIDEO: Alpo & Rich 5 Final.mov

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Yo what it do evil streets fam you know the deal we right back at it shout out to every single member and subscriber for locking in every damn day y'all the whole reason this channel even growing and popping anybody trying to push their music brand or whatever hit me at evil streets media at gmail.com we can work something out. Real talk I appreciate every cash app drop too and if you trying to support the channel you can send it to evil streets TV on cash app everything go right back into feeding the channel Aight y'all let's dive straight into this gutter shit Washington DC late 80s wasn't no ordinary city nah it was a damn bomb ready to blow with a wick twisted out of crack the nation's capital looking all pristine on the news marble monuments shining clean but anybody really tapped into the concrete knew the real DC was drowning neck deep in that crack wave suffocating before the rest of the country even peeped what was rolling through by 86 the pipeline from New York was pumping like some backwards underground railroad dope shooting south in trunks and backseats hustlers bouncing state lines with that type of arrogance you only earn surviving Gotham pavement when NYC dealers touched down in chocolate city they saw nothing but potential everywhere lanes wide open market untapped locals wasn't ready for the kind of grind these cats was bringing with them DC looked like sweet pickings ripe wide open and waiting to get took crack didn't just land in DC nah it rewrote the whole damn playbook that grimy little rock flipped the rules for everybody breathing that city air stick up kids got sharper dealers got colder cops got more aggressive more militant more thirsty overnight the drug poisoned the city's reputation broke down its blocks twisted its health system and even leaked into its government if America needed a face for the crack epidemic DC got stamped front and center and once that poison locked in everything spiraled cribs got hit babies came into the world already struggling whips ignored red lights gunfire became the soundtrack people disappeared bodies fell families shattered homelessness stacked up on corners like abandoned garbage DC turned into a horror film with no ending they called it the murder capital of the world and every hungry gunman from out of state treated the spot like a training ground New York cats made DC their second home Brooklyn Harlem the Bronx they all shipped soldiers south crack was moving like hotcakes out there a twenty dollar vial in New York suddenly flipped into a hundred bill the second it crossed into DC zip codes with profit margins looking like lottery tickets the northern invasion became unavoidable they came in droves eager ruthless hunting fast bread and OG from East River laid out the mentality real simple if you can grab it cheap in New York you can retire out of town double triple your paper easy running drugs out of the city became a rite of passage a badge a come up tale in the making but those shiny stories floating back to New York left out the fine details DC wasn't no theme park it was a live battlefield the drug trade there didn't just create hustlers it bred killers the blocks learned fast and they learned violently local soldiers in DC wasn't soft they adapted quick overnight chocolate city flipped into a war zone as more New York cats flooded in chasing that gold rush DC hustlers eventually slammed the door the welcome mats got yanked the smiles vanished the city wasn't trying to play host no more but here's the twist when DC dudes needed coke they still had to look north New York was the connect supply and demand money and product power and dependency once the New Yorkers taught them the game the locals didn't want a slice they wanted the whole damn feast only problem with no plug they were stuck and the only one in DC who broke the chain was rafal Edmund outside of him every brick touching DC blocks had a New York stamp on it i95 became the vein pumping pure white straight into the heart of the capital and dudes like Alpo knew exactly how to use it the East River OG kept it blunt New Yorkers always figured if they could make it here they could run laps around anybody out of town cops stick up kids dudes trying to build a name we dodged sharks daily so we figured any other city was slow motion that mentality bred arrogance New York gunners walked into other states like they were visiting distant cousins figured every local hustler was a step slower figured outsmarting them would be easy work but sometimes the smartest move was linking up a New York dude would slide down there and put the DC boys on a Harlem gangster recalled it wasn't always tension sometimes business was business in those days DC was an open frontier a land of opportunity soaked in danger and the New Yorkers who dared to plant flags there learned the same lesson every empire learns the moment you teach the locals the hustle the clock starts ticking on your reign the crack money didn't just bless the New York invaders it turned native DC hustlers into straight up bosses once that pipeline opened and the kilos started landing the local boys in chocolate city started leveling up fast that's why they let the New Yorkers slide through at first wholesale setting up shop making noise it wasn't love it was strategy everybody was feeding each other a filthy little handshake of mutual benefit you look out for me I look out for you business not friendship the economy was crazy down there a Harlem player remembered shaking his head like he still couldn't believe it we was getting five times what we'd get in New York blocks lit up like Christmas coke everywhere because New York ninjas brought it one kilo could make you king of DC right then and once the profits proved real more dealers from every borough descended like vultures flooding DC with powder and fire the East River OG put it even plainer everybody knew the rainbow started in New York you get the right connect it ends with you paid in full somewhere out of town dudes use fake names fake personas fake histories anything to move reckless without heat trailing back home the mo was simple get money cause chaos dip back to New York where you safe nobody knew your real story anyway by 87 Alpo barely even cared about uptown anymore DC became his new playground the money down there was talking louder than Harlem gossip Po started touching serious paper in DC Azy recalled hooked up with rafal Edmund first then linked with Wayne Perry big head Gary little pop all the DC hitters I remember po coming back bragging I just made 300 bands and change in four days ninja but po wasn't reinventing the wheel he just followed the money flow and brought that Harlem energy to a city that wasn't ready for it most New Yorkers saw DC as behind the curve country slow to the style slow to the street smarts they saw open lanes easy targets the city ripe for takeover crack made it a feeding frenzy we came down there smashing all the chicks had their people running work for us taking care of the whole neighborhood another uptown player said beef started because we was just different New York and DC was two separate worlds they had go go we had rap they rock madness gear we wore dapper Dan customs it was bound to spark off but the money was too crazy and DC was too small to fight the wave still Alpo's early days in DC weren't smooth Harlem was a headache for me po said so I rolled down to DC with this girl Karen dude showed up dipped in jewelry and aura and instantly DC heads got suspicious the Florida Avenue Grill the neighborhood's unofficial street HQ turned into a whisper factory trying to figure him out words spread quick that he might be federal it took someone from back home to clear his name a kid po once admired in east Harlem vouched for him to Mike Frey an older DC legend whose name rang bells citywide once they stamped him as official all the paranoia evaporated just like that the gates opened Spud a local from that era remembered the origin story po met Karen in Virginia Beach during black college week he invited her and her friend Kim to New York they chilled with him and rich then he came back down I was like the third or fourth person to meet him fun dude wild energy playing ball for five hundred a game pulling up in a Mercedes with full dapper Dan interior DC ballers used to hit the bowling alley po shows up in Gucci and MCM and everyone thought he was the feds Frey checked with red Jack an older Harlem guy he trusted and once Jack co signed Alpo it was over the city opened up for him like a book at first po wasn't even dropping major weight Rafal had the whole city locked down nobody could touch Ray's connect po was doing little five key ten key flips enough to stay relevant not enough to step on the giant's toes Ray and po were cool Ray wasn't a gangster he was a money man who got too big too fast everything changed when powder turned to crack that's when the bodies started stacking then Rafal got taken down and the vacuum hit DC like an earthquake po slid right in perfect timing perfect strategy perfect storm Alpo had the instincts and the hustle to seize the opening and turn it into an empire he was getting keys for like 16 and selling for 24 the OG explained or cooking it and getting even more easy 32 36 bands New York margins didn't compare crack was everywhere by 88 and Alpo was everywhere in DC moving weight like a machine making moves like a general taking over blocks like a conqueror Rich Po got his nickname from his wealth not his birth name that kid was moving so much coke so fast money wasn't even the point anymore it was the power the respect the fear he commanded when that New Yorker stepped in the room everybody felt it Po's reign in DC was short lived but absolutely devastating he racked up bodies like notches on a belt Rich Po Alpo whoever you want to call him became a legend on those streets and a cautionary tale about what happens when outsiders bring their violence into someone else's backyard The story of Alpo and Rich Po ain't nothing but a reminder fam that this game don't love nobody and these streets don't care about your dreams your plans or your legacy when you chase that paper with bullets as your business plan the only thing waiting for you is a cemetery or a cell block they rose fast in DC became untouchable seemed invincible but that's always how it starts that's always the lie the game tells nobody wins in this nobody gets out clean and when the dust settled when the cocaine fog lifted and the bodies got counted Alpo Martinez and Rich Po were just two more names on a tombstone or behind steel bars their legacy ain't nothing but destroyed families ruined communities and young brothers who thought they were invincible learning the hardest lesson of all that the streets always collect their debt and death always comes to collect it that's the real story that's the actual game and that's why we tell these stories evil streets fam so y'all understand what we already know the only winning move is not to play word to everybody pushing real change in these communities shout out to the survivors and the families left behind peace