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Yo what it do Evil Streets family, y'all already hip we back at it with another episode, big shout to all my day ones and subscribers for pulling up on the regular, y'all the foundation of this whole operation and the reason we still climbing. Anybody tryna push their music, brand, or business get at me, evil streets media at gmail.com, we can work something out. Mad love for all the cash app love too, and if you wanna throw support to the channel hit evil streets tv on cash app, every dollar go right back into this thing. Aight yo let's dive into this street chronicle, hip hop gangster tales in the 305, Rick Ross, booby boys, and slip and slide records, Miami Florida. When cats speak on crime and gangsters in Miami they quick to name drop them flashy characters, cocaine cowboys, Griselda Blanco, the so called black widow, but the authentic ones, the hood heroes who put in work without all that television noise, they the ones who truly molded the blocks. Miami's raw underbelly been active since way back, from candy painted donks and Miami bass to them hammers ringing out through the darkness. Liberty City been a longstanding landmark, straight up notorious since the 80s, Grand Theft Auto even threw it in the game. Back in 1937 the government erected the Liberty Square Houses for black families who outgrew nearby Overtown, white residents in the vicinity panicked so bad the city constructed a literal wall down 12th avenue to keep them divided. Luther Luke Campbell, Liberty City native and two live crew leader, described it like this in his book, by the time I was growing up them projects was already falling apart, city ain't put no money in, folks stopped calling it Liberty Square, it was straight pork and beans cause that's all people could afford to eat. Then came 1964, the civil rights act dropped and i95 got constructed, next thing you know families from Overtown relocated into Liberty City and everything transformed. By the late 70s Liberty was suffering, no proper housing, no decent schools, kids wanted more but all they witnessed was hardship, and that's where the street legend spotted his chance. One of the realest to ever do it out there, Richard Simmons aka convertible Bert, dude was dominating the cocaine game in the mid 80s, his car collection was legendary, every ride either foreign or topless, he had a limo, a Delta 88, a caddy, a rolls, chop chop stayed grinding taking the tops off just for him, cruising through the hood looking like a straight up film, he was that cat, a local celebrity, that don't culture that's me Bert stated, I pioneered that. Bert emerged on 15th avenue, one of the grimiest strips in the nation back then, it wasn't like I went searching for the game he stated, it discovered me, I was a product of my surroundings, dude was on lookout duty in elementary school, that's how young he got educated on street life. By the late 80s crack had the block exploding but it was oversaturated, everyone had product, prices collapsed and profits got squeezed, Miami was flooded with South American weight, suppliers didn't care who they served, the Colombians were ruthless, so the smart ones expanded out, convertible Bert was one of the first out of Miami to push weight up i95, first stop ATL, the Miami boys, that originated with me and a couple other cats who hit the highway Bert stated, we had that sauce, that energy, so wherever we landed they started calling us the Miami boys. Atlanta was just emerging as the new black mecca, Bert ran it up moving more product than he ever did back in the crib, he became a celebrity in ATL, linking with hawks and falcons players, back in Miami he was cooling with dolphins, heat players and even brought Mike Tyson through, I was young and reckless, I brought the heavyweight champ to the city Bert stated, I was collecting that bag. Convertible Bert was the golden ticket, if you wanted to navigate through liberty without a issue, rolling with Bert was your pass, he glide through the hood, bass knocking heavy from his system, two live crew on blast, they wasn't even mentioning convertibles in rap until I came through Bert stated, that was me since day one. Hip hop always had its foundation formula but Miami came through with its own flavor, the heavy bass sound, and the one who really put that bass on the map, Liberty City's own Luke Skywalker, later known as uncle Luke, him and his crew two live crew, plus cats like MC Shidee and JT money from Poison Clan, all help establish that Miami flavor in the mix. Luke didn't just build a wave, he laid the blueprint to get rich off it, I tipped my hat to people like Luther Campbell stated Ted Lucas of slip and slide records, home to legends like Trick Daddy and Rick Ross, I seen Luke come up from scratch, he opened doors for us down here in South Florida, Luke wasn't handed anything, Luke records started with zero, we're talking a young DJ fresh out a hospital kitchen hustling party gigs in one of the most riot heavy ghettos in the nation. Luke stated in his book, the book of Luke, I always had to get it on my own, Miami didn't have no seat at the table, nobody in the game thought we mattered. In the beginning his crew got their gear money from pushing a little weed and spinning records at hood parties, but once two live crew blew up Luke records moved 750,000 units in year one, that success didn't stop the heat, cops, city councils, judges, even Dan Quayle had something to say about his wild explicit lyrics, Luke leaned into the villain role, if I'm the bad guy cool I'll be that, if white folks feared the big bad over sex black man then I was gonna show up and show out just to prove I could be, that energy birthed as nasty as they want to be, with hits like pop that pee and me so horny, the backlash was real, record stores raided, court battles nonstop, but Luke stood ten toes down, that fight paved the way for artists today to say what they want. And in that era Uncle Luke and convertible Bert were both hood legends, Luke had that industry juice, Bert had that certified street cred, when they linked it was big, Luke had his dancers grinding on Bert while he flexed with his jewels, drop tops and cash, with his bread stacking crazy Bert started making legit plays, buying up property, opening shops, he even launched a record label with beatmaster clay D and Rahim, right around the time the get funky crew dropped shake them titties, that base heavy track shouted Bert out in the intro, name ringing bells from the hood to the beaches. But just as fast as Bert dipped into the music game the feds came knocking, the government had their eye on him, and in 92 the DEA scooped him up, almost 30 years in the feds, back when Bert ran things Miami didn't have a hundred kingpins, he was one of a few, but by the early 90s it felt like every other project was breeding another boss. Bert's downfall made some of the smarter ones pivot, some found a legit lane, Ted Lucas was one of the smart ones, born and raised in Liberty City, poverty was just life until you peep Collins Avenue across the bridge, that's when you realize there was a whole different world out there, in the hood your only role models were athletes, entertainers, or street kings like Bert, meanwhile the rich folks were flexing on ocean drive, the hood had limited options, most of the old school dope boys locked up or gone, that was the game, Ted wasn't trying to follow that path, he saw what hip hop did for his people and for himself, he knew the music biz was printing money and he wasn't about to miss out, he started as a club promoter bringing acts to Miami and that hustle only got bigger from there. When I first got in the game Miami was all about that booty shaking and bass music Lucas stated back in 2014, and I rocked with it, I love that sound, but I felt like I needed to show another side of the city, something different than just the club vibes, there's the other side of the bridge, that south beach lifestyle, but I wanted to put the spotlight on where we came from, the hood perspective, that's the Miami I grew up in, that's what I was trying to capture from the jump. Throwing parties in Miami's hip hop scene got Lucas plugged in with the street dudes, he was always the type to link with movers and shakers, cats who blew stacks on bottles, VIP sections, and flexed just because they could, people who were known for being the go to if you needed anything, one of those heavy hitters was Kenneth Booby Williams, some called him black, but in the streets everybody knew him as Hip Hop Boobie. Boobie wasn't no average hustler, that cat had presence, style, and most importantly respect, dude moved through Liberty City like he owned the block, fitted cap tilted just right, gold shining under the Miami sun, always got the freshest kicks and the flyest whips, when Boobie pulled up somewhere everybody took notice. He came up in the mid 90s when the game was shifting, crack had done its damage, the old kingpins was either dead, locked up, or retired, so the younger generation had to create their own lane, Boobie understood the assignment, he wasn't just about pushing product like the cats before him, he invested in the culture, he put money in the hands of promoters, producers, and rappers, he understood that hip hop was the new economy. Slip and Slide Records became the beneficiary of Boobie's support and vision, Ted Lucas respected a real one when he saw one, and Boobie was as real as they come, the label started moving serious weight in the underground, they developed talent like Trick Daddy and Rick Ross, both cats who would go on to become international stars, but before that mainstream success they was eating off Slip and Slide, and Boobie made sure the checks was flowing. What made Boobie different from the old guard was his understanding that the music industry was the future, he saw younger cats like Ross coming up and he invested early, he fronted money for studio sessions, he made sure heat was on the radio, he connected artists with producers, he was playing chess while everybody else was playing checkers. The feds was watching though, they always watching when money starts moving that heavy through the streets, 1998 came around and Hip Hop Boobie became a target, federal agents was tracing every move, every phone call, every transaction, they built their case brick by brick, and by the early 2000s the indictment came down hard. Boobie faced serious time, conspiracy charges, money laundering, drug trafficking, the full weight of the government coming down on him, but even facing that heat Boobie stayed solid, he didn't rat, he didn't fold under pressure, he took his conviction like a man, that's the code in the streets, and that code meant something to the people who knew him. While Boobie was gone the game continued, Rick Ross blew up massive, Trick Daddy became a household name, other artists that benefited from Slip and Slide's early support went platinum, but they never forgot where it came from, they never forgot about Hip Hop Boobie, the cat who believed in them when they was nothing. His legacy lived through the music that came out of that era, the Miami sound that took over the world, you can't tell the story of Slip and Slide without mentioning Boobie, you can't explain how Trick Daddy and Rick Ross got their platform without understanding that there was a real one in the background making moves. Hip Hop Boobie represented something important in Miami hip hop culture, he was the bridge between the street and the industry, he proved that you didn't have to stay stuck in the old drug game to get money and respect, his contributions to the scene might not be in the liner notes or album credits, but they echoing through every track that came out of Miami in that era. Even though the feds got Boobie off the streets, they couldn't erase what he built, the impact he had on the culture remains permanent, he was a true legend of the Liberty City streets, a cat who understood the assignment and played his position, from the convertible Bert era to the modern day trap sound, Hip Hop Boobie sits in that pantheon as one of the realest to ever contribute to Miami's hip hop legacy, his story is a reminder that the streets produce more than just hustlers, they produce visionaries, and sometimes those visionaries shape culture in ways that last forever.