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Yo what's good evil streets fam you know the deal we back at it again big shout to all my members and subscribers for locking in on the daily that's real talk y'all the backbone of this whole channel's rise and winning streak anybody trying to push their music brand or whatever type of business hit my line evil streets media at gmail.com we could work something out no doubt I'm showing love to everybody hitting the cash app donations too and if you trying to throw support to the channel you could slide that to evil streets tv on cash app every dollar goes right back into building this thing up aight y'all let's dive straight into this street tale so check it back in the late 80s sliding into the early 90s deep in the gutter of New Orleans there was one name that crept through them blocks like a corpse being dragged down a dark alley Glenn Metz if you was in them trenches back then you already felt his name it didn't just move it rumbled through the concrete people whispered it real soft like saying it too loud might call up something they couldn't handle Metz wasn't your everyday corner boy pushing nicks nah he was the mastermind behind a whole enterprise that ripped through New Orleans like a category five with zero sympathy side by side with his blood Cordell Jethro Metz he built up a narcotics kingdom that transformed whole housing projects into fortresses the type of stranglehold they possessed that wasn't your average street squeeze that was militant level authority they plotted out corners stairwells breezeways entire housing developments like they was moving pieces on a chessboard while everyone else was stuck playing kiddie games from 85 straight through to 92 the Metz operation was pushing product through them streets at a velocity most cliques could only fantasize about kilos landing like they was on a schedule stacks flipping into figures that didn't even seem believable to the average head just trying to keep lights on and wherever that organization stepped bloodshed wasn't just a maybe it was woven into the fabric of the hustle murders corpses falling assassination attempts warnings written in crimson folks understood not to test that boundary with them by the time the feds finally assembled what they was looking for they rolled up with a case thick enough to bury anyone left breathing in their circle in 93 they unleashed a 22 count indictment that swallowed Metz his lady Danielle and a crew of soldiers who rode for him through the entire run the courtroom had that energy like watching an empire crumble a whole dynasty getting sealed under federal documents Metz personally got handed life no glimmer of hope at the end of that road but the narrative didn't disappear like some forgotten news story years down the line 2016 the streets caught word of Danielle's name again President Barack Obama intervened and freed her up commuting her time and handing her a taste of that freedom most people connected to a kingdom like that never witness again and that's the cycle with legends like the Metz story their climb rattles a whole city their collapse rewrites the history books and even decades after the shockwaves still pulse through the pavement before his name ever touched newspapers or legal files Glenn Metz was just another young blood shaped by the New Orleans concrete but he caught on quick that just surviving wasn't the goal he moved like somebody who already decoded the entire city blueprint sharp vision sharper survival skills and an appetite that could tear through solid rock that's what made him different from the rest of the pack while other cats were fighting over crumbs Metz was analyzing the game learning how to flip one block into two two blocks into a whole territory and when the city's dope trade started heating up to a boiling point he didn't test the waters he jumped dead in the middle and claimed the deepest part as his own as the cash got louder and the artillery got heavier Metz climbed straight to the summit controlling strings from behind the curtain like a phantom nobody dared to challenge before you knew it the streets branded the empire he constructed the Metz gang that wasn't just a squad that was a foundation a complete operation stitched together with terror loyalty and the brand of brutality that ended debates the year was 1987 the year crack smacked New Orleans like thunder with zero warning signs the city flipped chaotic unpredictable savage in ways nobody could tame corners switched ownership overnight squads disappeared fast as they popped up dudes was getting caged or stretched before they even knew their connect's government name currency moved quicker than trust and trust moved even faster than the suspicion trailing it but while everybody else got swallowed by the frenzy Metz stayed focused he grabbed that disorder and flipped it to his benefit where others collapsed he pulled everything together where panic made most crews messy Metz wielded it like a weapon his organization flooded massive sections of uptown with work so much weight coursing through the supply line it made the city feel like it was exhaling fumes the earnings crazy block cash transforming into estate cash then cycling right back to the pavement again he maintained the operation sealed tight no outsiders in the cipher no running mouths near the table Metz kept his circle filled with people he could rely on blood family original riders lieutenants who grasped their position and didn't need no breakdown they managed the business guarded the zones and ensured nobody challenged the foundation of what he erected by the time the feds finally started giving real focus they wasn't speaking on him like he was some neighborhood boss they painted the whole structure like it was a corporation rigid hierarchy discipline structure regulations repercussions one of the coldest and most calculated outfits Louisiana ever witnessed Metz didn't just command the streets for a season he possessed them by the mid 80s when most operations in New Orleans were still fighting for a position Glenn Metz was already deciding who ate and real talk before his ascent the only legitimate machine the city knew was Sam Clay's setup Clay better known as scully had the streets paying attention had the blocks operating in sync but when scully got dropped in the calliope projects in 87 it was like somebody yanked the emergency brake off the whole city the dope trade didn't just intensify it exploded suddenly every hanger on every block hustler every wannabe boss thought they had an opening the outcome pure bedlam shootings erupting like celebration crews forming and dissolving by the week currency and corpses stacking faster than anyone could track but while the rest of the city suffocated in that pandemonium Metz's camp didn't miss a beat they had been planted since 85 already controlling multiple housing complexes like they was independent nations anybody thinking they could creep in and contend quickly understood the regulations Metz didn't split territory he eliminated obstacles his team maintained the throne through terror accuracy and the degree of enforcement that made folks murmur his name like it carried a curse but power don't stay invisible forever the larger his operation expanded the tougher it became to operate in the cut and once the feds picked up on just how extensive his network stretched they didn't approach casual they constructed a case layer by layer year after year observing listening anticipating the perfect timing by the time the early 90s arrived New Orleans was erupting the streets were noisy corner operations were going berserk and bodies were stacking so rapid the city felt like it was shaking that's when nopd finally chose to quit playing games they kicked in entries flooded the neighborhoods with law and started bagging anybody connected to an outfit by the end of their raid more than 150 members and enforcers had been snatched foot soldiers shooters lieutenants all of them to the police it was a sweep to the streets it felt like the cage was tightening but even in that pressure some cats still operated careless take Derek my home one of Metz's top enforcers in 92 homie didn't just dodge custody he busted out of the Louisiana Training Institute like it was simple and once he hit the streets he stayed mobile bouncing through the state like he had multiple lives in the brief period he was loose police nabbed him six times and somehow he kept stepping right back out even with weapon charges stacked on his head it was like he had some shield protecting him but the streets don't do magic they do calculations and the calculations always balance out in 93 my home's fortune dried up completely in Algiers three shooters jumped out on him in a parking lot and unleashed the whole scene with pure sub machine gun rounds 17 bullets tore through his frame 17 he survived anyway but barely the statement was clear nobody was bulletproof anymore meanwhile the feds were still tracking the last big loose thread Danielle Metz she'd been on the run hopping from location to location moving silent but in January 93 a string of rumors led federal agents deep into rural Mississippi marshals touched down in Yazoo City flashing photographs around and folks started confirming saying yeah they recognized that face that put the heat right on her trail they finally trapped her at an apartment complex in Jackson Mississippi where she attempted to stay under the radar but couldn't dodge the pressure anymore when they cuffed her that was it the last fugitive connected to the operation off the streets but her true nightmare didn't kick off until the courtroom spotlights turned on on December 15th 1993 the federal court in New Orleans became ground zero for what the government called their biggest takedown of the decade Danielle Metz sat in that courtroom facing charges that could've buried her under concrete the prosecution came with receipts phone records witness testimony surveillance footage stacks of documentation proving she was more than just a rider's wife she was integral to the operation managing money coordinating moves playing quarterback in the shadows the court heard testimony about how she kept the network running about the hundreds of thousands flowing through her hands about her role in ensuring the machine stayed oiled and operational but even with all that weight pressing down on her even with the whole federal apparatus bearing down Danielle held her composure she knew the game she knew what she signed up for when she got with Metz and she took her sentence without breaking that's the kind of loyalty that echoes through the streets longer than any sentence ever could the verdict came down heavy multiple felony convictions years stacked on top of years the type of time that swallows your youth and spits out a ghost but that wasn't the final chapter for Danielle Metz not by a long shot because decades later in 2016 when President Barack Obama was reviewing cases for commutation Danielle Metz's name came across his desk and something in that file made him pause something about her record her conduct her cooperation in the years following her conviction told a story of redemption he signed that commutation and freed her up gave her back the years that the system had stolen she walked out of that prison cell into a world that had changed completely the crack epidemic had faded the streets she knew had transformed the players were different the rules had evolved but she had survived and that survival meant everything the legacy of Glenn Metz and the empire he built don't sit in the courthouses or the news archives it sits in the concrete of New Orleans in the stories mothers tell their sons about what happens when you get caught up in that life about the promises that look golden but turn to ash about how the money and the power and the respect all evaporate the moment the feds decide to move Glenn Metz showed the streets what ambition and intelligence combined with ruthlessness could accomplish but he also showed what the price tag really cost his brother his lady his whole organization dismantled his freedom erased his life reduced to a number in a cell for the rest of his natural existence the Metz saga is a masterclass in rise and ruin in how the biggest names in the game eventually become cautionary tales the lessons learned from his operation changed how law enforcement approached drug kingpins changed how the streets understood power changed the entire landscape of New Orleans' underworld forever but more than that it showed that no matter how bulletproof you think you are no matter how tight you think your operation is no matter how many soldiers ride for you the feds don't lose and the game don't play fair and when your time comes and the indictment drops and your name gets read in open court surrounded by charges that sound like a prison encyclopedia there's nowhere to run nowhere to hide nowhere to negotiate your way out of the consequences Glenn Metz's name still moves through New Orleans like it did in 1987 but now it carries different weight it carries a warning it carries the echo of a man who had everything and lost it all and that echo will keep bouncing off them blocks long after everybody connected to him is gone from this earth that's the real legacy of Glenn Metz a reminder that the streets always collect their debt one way or another.