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When that hip hop and R&B scene exploded, these young wolves in the game started catching insane paper, and with all that cheddar came reckless splurging and endless wild outs. But yo, that whole lifestyle pulled in all types of grimy characters. You know how it go? These snake individuals spotted an opportunity thinking they earned a slice of the action, and that's when some of the most ruthless criminals emerged on the scene. They transformed the hustle with stick-ups, shakedowns, and straight up murder for hire operations. It evolved into a whole enterprise, driven by envy, territory disputes, crew rivalries, and cats posturing for reputation. Today, we breaking down the raw chronicles behind some of the most menacing enforcers and criminals to ever control these New York blocks. These individuals became myths, respected from the Bronx to Brooklyn, all throughout the East Coast. Even though most of them either deceased or serving time now, just speaking their names still got people moving cautious, watching where they step and who they associate with. Their reputation still got folks nervous to this day. Number four on the list, we got Walter King Tut Johnson. Cat was born in '63 coming up in Cypress Hills, East New York. That's an Eastern BK for those unfamiliar. Even though he was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness, that ain't prevent him from hitting the streets early. By 16, Tut was already out here committing robberies, and that's when he secured that notorious King Tut name. Homie helped establish a robbery squad called the Black Mafia, full of Brooklyn youngsters that specifically targeted drug dealers. Tut was out here going crazy, inspiring other cats in the hood. One of his most outrageous moves, back in '82, dude robbed 300 Jehovah's Witnesses in his own mom's Kingdom Hall right there in East New York, straight ruthless, no question. Yo, so after Tut got arrested, he posted bail like it was nothing, but broke couldn't relax. On October 7th, he and four of his partners ran up on a city bus, robbing 12 passengers at gunpoint on that Queens to Brooklyn route, going wild right? Then on August 8th, 1983, he caught that conviction for second degree robbery from the bus stick up and first degree robbery for that Kingdom Hall move. They sentenced him with two to six years in the pen. When he got paroled in '88, it ain't take long before he was back in the system. Caught slipping again, this time for criminal possession of a weapon, and they slapped him with another four to eight years. Dude just couldn't stay out the streets. In '93, King Tut got caught up again, this time in some heavy heat. They charged him for his role in the shooting of an NYPD cop officer, Richard Aval, right inside a Brooklyn barbershop. It all went down around 7pm on January 15th at Eddie's Unisex barbershop in East New York. Tut rolled in with two other goons, one of them being Jarrar Gary trying to pull off a stick up. But what they ain't know was that two off-duty cops, Aval and his partner John Morris were already inside. Things got hot real quick when them cops started letting off shots, hitting Gary in both legs and the other dude in the chest. Both them cops caught leg shots, but Aval, he got it worse, hip shattered, and that left him partially paralyzed. They all got rushed to Brookdale Hospital, including Gary, but King Tut came out of that situation clean. He ain't even get hit. Now while they couldn't pin the attempted homicide on him, Tut still got bagged for armed robbery and did a quick bid, one year in the joint. But yo, in October '96, it wasn't over for him. They hit him with charges for three more stick ups over the last 18 months. He was already on parole for another conviction when they booked him again. But here's the wild part. The robbery charges got dropped. Tut thought he was walking free, but as soon as he stepped out of court, the US marshals and NYPD Major Case Squad swooped in and cuffed him up again. Yo, so the state dropped them charges on King Tut, but that didn't mean he was off the hook. They did it so they could hit him with them federal laws instead. Homie got caught up bad. Ended up being the first dude from NYC to get sentenced under that '94 federal three strikes law. That means life. No parole. Straight up. They shipped him out to USP Lee, one of them high security joints in Virginia. But in 2005, Tut got moved back to MCC for a minute. And guess what? He ended up locked up right next to his old partner in crime, Jacques Agnone. The feds came back trying to press King Tut, thinking he might have had something to do with Pac's '94 shooting. But fast forward to June 15, 2011 and out of nowhere, this dude, Dexter Isaac, who was already locked up for life at the Brooklyn MCC, came through with the confession. He straight up said he was in on the whole robbery and shooting of Pac back in the '94. That took some heat off Tut, but it's crazy how them streets always talking. Dexter Isaac put out a written confession on allhiphop.com, saying in 1994, Jimmy Henchman, James Rosemond, hit him up to rob Tupac at Quad Studios. Isaac said Henchman threw him $2,500 and let him keep all the jewelry except one ring that Henchman kept for himself. Of course, Henchman's lawyer, Jeffrey Lichtman denied any involvement. But by the time Isaac came clean, the statute of limitations had already run out. Meanwhile, King Tut is sitting at USP Lewisburg, a max security spot in Pennsylvania, riding out his time. Number 3 on the list, Kelvin 50 Cent Martin, born July 24, 1964, straight out of the South Bronx. Back in the day, they used to call him Lil Shaft. Life wasn't easy for dude. When he was just 8, his parents split up and it was rough. His mom, she ain't waste no time. She pinned a note to Lil homie's shirt, put him on a bus, and shipped him off to live with his grandma. When Martin was a teen, his life got flipped again. The fam bounced from the Bronx and landed in some subsidized digs in Brooklyn. Not long after, he got put on to Islam through the 5% Nation and started going by the name Shamgod. His wild ways as a young buck landed him at Rikers Island in the C-74 juvenile spot, where he crossed paths with some future heavy hitters, like James Jimmy Henchman Rosemond, who would later become deeply embedded in the drug game. When he got out and hit Brooklyn again, Martin rolled with the Supreme Team crew, and that's when he started going by 50 Cent. Always had his two favorite straps on him, Colt .45 and a .357 Magnum. Instead of diving into the crack game, he kept it gangster with strong arm robbery, making his dough by hitting licks instead of dealing that powder. He soon put together the crew known as Brooklyn Zoo, a squad of young hustlers who'd hit up blue collar folks, college students, liquor stores, pimps, and especially tipsy clubbers. They'd be scooping up cash, designer bags, and gold chains from folks at the clubs in Manhattan, fencing all that bling they snagged from party goers. Martin got his name buzzing all over the streets after he allegedly hit up some big names in the hip hop game. He's rumored to have robbed members of the rap group Whodini, and even young James LL Cool J. Word is, Martin rolled up on Smith in the parking lot of a White Castle in Brooklyn and snatched his solid gold rope chain at gunpoint. But Martin wasn't just after rappers. His main hustle was hitting up dope dealers at the stash spots. His game expanded to include kidnappings and extortion too. Martin was running a real shady game, offering so-called protection to local store owners and drug dealers. He'd tell them he'd keep their businesses safe from all kinds of trouble, robberies, violence, vandalism, you name it. As long as they paid him off regularly. If anyone had the nerve to say no, they'd find themselves on the wrong end of the violence they were trying to dodge, all courtesy of Martin himself. It was a dirty scheme where saying no meant becoming a target for his own attacks. Martin's street life was the definition of reckless and unpredictable. He was out here creating enemies left and right with his violent tactics and disrespect. By the late '80s, his reign on them Brooklyn streets was reaching its peak, but you already know how this story go. The feds had him on their radar. In 1989, Martin got locked up for his involvement in a string of armed robberies and extortion cases. He caught a sentence of 25 to life in federal prison. Now he's serving that bid somewhere upstate, still holding that reputation from his glory days on the block. Dude never made it out the game the way he wanted to. The Brooklyn Zoo crew that he put together eventually got dismantled, members either dead or locked away like him. But yo, the legacy of these NY goons, it ain't just about the crimes and the violence. It's about how they shaped a whole era of the streets. These cats became symbols of the struggle, the hustle, and the desperation that came with living in them concrete jungles during the '80s and '90s. They inspired fear, respect, and a whole mythology that surrounded the New York streets. Even in their absence, locked up or deceased, their names still echo through the hood. Their stories still get passed down from generation to generation, reminding young cats what the game really cost. King Tut and 50 Cent Martin, they ain't just criminals in a police report. They became part of New York City's street history, proof that the game takes everything from you eventually. Whether it's your freedom, your life, or your soul. That's the real legacy of the NY Goons.