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Yo what's good evil streets family? You know we back with another one son. Mad love to all my viewers and subscribers and major shout out to every single member holding down the channel. If y'all feeling the content make sure to like and subscribe word. It helps the channel grow which allows me to keep bringing y'all these joints. Every single beat you hear in these videos and shorts is produced by yours truly nah mean. So anybody interested in any of the production you hear on this channel email us at evilstreetsmedia at gmail.com. That goes for anybody looking to promote their music or business as well. Hit me up and we can cook something up nah mean. We started uploading these episodes to Spotify's podcasts as well yo. So anybody can just listen on any device while you driving or trapping. Link is in the description. I'm starting a Patreon as well where I will be dropping extended videos with more thorough deep dives so be on the lookout for that son. Also anybody looking to just support the channel in general you can send a dollar or a million dollars to our cash app evil streets TV. Every single cent donated is invested right back into the channel word up. Make sure to comment if you do so I can shout you out on the next video. Aight I kept y'all long enough let's get to this gangster shit. Enjoy the show yo. The ultimate Harlem hustler Big Boss records and Kevin Childs, Harlem NYC to come up through the 80s crack era in New York City and flip the script to become not just relevant but the top dog that makes you the ultimate don son. A real hustler knows how to move in any lane legal or illegal nah mean. The hustle doesn't stop only the product changes word. Like Wu Tang said cash rules everything around me. Kevin Childs aka KC was the blueprint yo. Born in Asheville North Carolina his moms moved him and his brother to the Bronx then Harlem. Watching her grind overtime just to keep the lights on gave KC a whole different lens on life son. He learned quick being a hustler meant making something out of nothing nah mean. KC started young getting it however he could, packing bags, shoveling snow, whatever brought in some paper to help out at home. By high school he was already testing the waters in the game pushing a little weed to classmates word. That was his intro to the life. I saw how good my mom felt when I brought a little money in he said and that made me feel good yo. I wanted to do more for her. KC was about his business early make it happen no excuses son. That mindset took him far. Harlem was the perfect place for a young hustler to soak up game nah mean. The culture, the style, the grind it was all there. From the Apollo Theater to the corners Harlem shaped legends and KC peeped everything son. He had a sharp mind, loved the challenge of building moves from the dirt and watching them grow. Money motivated him and he had that relentless drive like the black grant cardone before grant even knew what it was yo. It was young dudes grinding all trying to be the man word. We were taking care of our people chasing girls and having fun he said. The money didn't just bless us yo. It fed families kept people clothed help folks live better nah mean. His moms worked at a bank and schooled him on the real. Taxes, savings bonds, bank accounts. By 19 he had a condo son. At 21 a crib in Jersey. KC was getting real money off the crack game in Harlem and the Bronx by the late 80s yo. It was an era where everybody from Wall Street types to the homey on the corner was chasing that high. And KC he was knee deep in it making moves word. During his first year of college he leveled up through an uncle who was already in the heroin and coke business. I told him I was doing it with or without him yo. KC said so his uncle stepped in just to make sure he didn't crash out. KC went from flipping grams to picking up 50 keys a week from Dominican and Colombian connects son. He started with his Bronx day ones keeping it homegrown but the NYC streets got crowded fast nah mean. Too many crews, too much cheap product not enough territory. You can stretch a package all you want but the profit wasn't hitting like taking the show on the road yo. KC said. And that's exactly what he did word. Took his hustle to DC. Flights with cash. No ID. Dope stuffed in coats. Strap to wastes. Stashed in sleeves. Why sell nicks to Harlem fiends when you can offload wholesale to DC crews nah mean. They rented apartments for the ladies to post up and run operations and DC welcomed them with open arms yo. The product was fired and it was cheaper than the local plug. I might have paid 20k a key and cleared 10k profit with no extra work son. No cutting, no bagging, no stress. KC broke down in the crack era word. But KC wasn't the only one leveling up yo. Harlem had a whole lineup of legends on the come up Rich Porter, Alpo, all of them trying to make their name ring bells. They showed off the money heavy flexing what they made from the game nah mean. We treated hustling like a sport yo. KC said. We were all in it for Harlem's crown. In 1987, AZ Phase On was the plug feeding half the young wolves son. Rich, Alpo, Jason, Travis, Darryl Barnes, Spencer, T Money, Twin. KC and his crew looked at them like the competition, even if they didn't know it yet. In Harlem, it was all about who could stunt the hardest, who had the freshest whip, the flyest gear, and the loudest name in the streets word. Rich and Alpo was already flexing with the drop top beamers, so KC had to level up yo. He came through with a custom red bends shipped straight out of Germany, a mashup between the 190 and 300 series son. With the automatic rooftop, that joint turned heads like crazy. Every time he slid through Harlem, folks flooded the block just to peep it nah mean. But flossing like that don't just bring fans, it bring heat yo. Cops started sweating him heavy. One time he mowled off and ended up in cuffs, bends toad and all word. He tried to offload the car to rafel Edmund down in DC, but that deal fell through son. Eventually, he just said forget it and swapped it to some Dominicans for four keys just to be done with it. KC was heavy into that dapper dan drip, custom threads, jackets, even had the car interiors done by the man himself nah mean. Dude was a legend in motion from Harlem to the BX, name ringing out across the city yo. He switched cars two three times a day all parked in different garages. He bought them cash, got them done up at Formula One on 57th and 11th, then flipped them to the next hustler like it was nothing son. Always upgrading, always staying a step ahead, chasing that king of the streets crown word. Moving weight on that level, that was a full time grind, KC said. Calling it fast pace doesn't even cut it yo. Some days felt like a whole movie. For a few years straight, he was pulling in around 300 racks a week nah mean. Most of it off that DC pipeline, the rest right back home and then why. Barely in his 20s and he already felt untouchable son. But in that game, your plug and your position meant everything. It looked sweet from the outside but the streets was foul word. One bad move could get you locked up or laid out. KC wasn't trying to be a victim yo. He was out to win. The bread was addictive, he said. We all knew the risks but wasn't none of us walking away once the body started dropping nah mean. Me and my team upped our defense, strapped state on us, bulletproof vests even hats son. We didn't change the game, we just adjusted. That was the code word. Evolved or die. No one was trying bow out when the money was pouring in like that yo. It was predator or prey. And KC, he wasn't ever playing the prey nah mean. The game in Harlem was like a magnet son. Pulling in everything from bad chicks and want to be homies to stick up kids, kidnappers and cops looking to shut your whole operation down. Once dudes started flashing that money whips and ice, the wolves came out word. Crews like Clarence, Heatley's preacher crew, the young guns and the lynch mob weren't just moving weight yo. They were known for taking what wasn't theirs, kidnapping hustlers families, shaking down operations left and right nah mean. KC had to make a choice son. Either he went harder than everybody else or he became a victim. He chose war word. By the early 90s, the game had changed drastically yo. The feds was indicting everybody moving major weight, the violence was at an all time high, and the streets was eating their own son. KC watched his competition fall like dominoes nah mean. Rich Porter got kidnapped in 91 and murdered not long after word. Alpo turned into a snitch and got life yo. Others caught bodies or caught cases they couldn't beat son. KC seen the writing on the wall nah mean. The crack era was dying and anybody still caught out there moving like the 80s was finished word. He made moves to clean up his money, invest in businesses, and step back from the day to day grind yo. But stepping back in that game ain't never that simple son. Ties you made in blood, connections you built on trust, they don't just disappear nah mean. KC kept one foot in and one foot out word. The Feds eventually caught up with him in the late 90s yo. Conspiracy charges, money laundering, drug trafficking, the whole list son. He did his time, sat through the years in the federal pen and came out a different man nah mean. No more streets, no more hustling, just the memories and the lessons word. When you look back at Kevin Childs and the era he controlled, you see a man who understood the game on a level most never will yo. He didn't just move weight, he moved with intelligence, he moved with strategy and he moved with vision son. He built an empire that stretched from Harlem to the Bronx to DC, made generational money, and lived like a king in the streets word. But like all empires built on the foundation of poison and death, it was never built to last nah mean. KC's legacy is one of the most important lessons the streets could ever teach yo. He was the blueprint of how to move smart, how to make real money, and how to build something out of nothing son. But his story is also a cautionary tale about the game itself word. You can be the smartest hustler, the fastest mover, the richest dude in your hood, but if you building on a foundation of drugs and violence, the clock is always ticking nah mean. The feds don't take vacations, death don't take holidays, and the game don't love nobody yo. Kevin Childs did his thing, left his mark on the streets of Harlem forever son. His name still rings bells in them blocks and his story will forever be studied by anyone who wants to understand what really went down during the crack era word. That's the legacy of Hip Hop Organized Crime son. Real stories of real hustlers who moved different, who thought different, and who ultimately couldn't escape the one thing we all can't escape nah mean. The game always catches up with you word. Stay blessed evil streets family.