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They say our flow was our profession Doop. Yeah, mad respect for me knew Doop get busy. And I'll pull asked Doop. Yo son, can I go crazy? Can I wild out today Doop? And you got to ask money if you can wild out. It's true to everything. Nobody come out in the winter. Say I was going to Doop for no reason. It was a reason for somebody saying that, you know what I'm saying. Doop had hoop dreams wanting to follow in his pops footsteps who was an all city player with NBA potential. But growing up in Harlem Sugar Hill watching old gangster flicks with his uncle, things started to shift with his uncle dropping gems and the godfather giving him the blueprint. Doop soaked in lessons on loyalty, honor, respect and the code to protect your family no matter what. He saw the line between gangsters and drug dealers and made up his mind. He wasn't just about hustling for quick cash. He wanted that gangster legacy by the time he was coming up. He was already sharper than a lot of cats who eventually put him on. Doop and his boys, Craig O Mike fields Brent Mike Jits and George Sweets all grew up together around Sugar Hill. Tough kids with big dreams of making money even as young as 10. Their first hustle hitting up video game and bubble gum machines swiping the change and splitting it up like a true team. Then one day Craig O met this kid new to the block and brought him around. That kid was none other than Rich Porter. As they got older their hustle grew right with them. Harlem back then was the plug for the Eastern Seaboard. If you wanted that heroin, Harlem was where you came. No questions asked. Doop had family in the game. But they kept that life out of his sight. But he had other neighborhood legends to look up to and in the 70s dope ruled everything and creating Harlem Millionaires overnight. On his first day in junior high, Doop linked up with a dude named LA and the two became tight. Doop introduced LA to his circle including Craig O and Rich. That same year still in junior high, Doop copped some dope and he and LA sold out their stash in a single day. Around that time, DeFurgh, father of ASAP Furg was a big name uptown. DeFurgh and Doop connected and Furg would hook him up with custom clothes to match the whips Doop was pushing. Furg style was ahead of its time with custom designs that had everyone putting in orders for jackets, pants and sweats just like it. By their first year in high school, Doop and LA were pulling in thousands daily, working for an OG named Don Mac, up on 127th and 8th Avenue. But after Don Mac got murdered, his brother Ron Mac took over only to get knocked shortly after on a car charge. That left Doop and LA holding the torch, setting the pace for a whole new generation of Harlem hustlers. With some grams of powder in his pocket and a link to a family friend who had the purest fish scale in the city, Doop was officially in the game, repping Harlem like no other. They called it fish scale because of the way them crystals sparkle like a rainbow looking like fish scales. Doop went from flipping grams to pushing kilos. By the time he was 15, he had something none of the other young hustlers could touch. A direct connect. He wasn't just making moves. He was setting trends for every young gun coming up. And being a natural born hustler, he branded his product blue tape. That way customers came looking for the goods, not for the workers. While most cats hit the block late, Doop was out there early, hollering blue tape down empty streets. Folks thought he was wild, but he was hungry. Laser focused on moving every kilo he could touch. His strategy worked and word got around fast. People from Jersey were even pulling up to cop that blue tape fish scale from this Harlem kid. In that position, Doop was now selling top tier powder to his boys, like LA and Rich Porter. He handled business so tight that even his connect noticed telling Doop he was outshining the older heads and on his way to millions. But just when things were flying high, his connect cut him off, thinking he'd keep Doop down. That only fueled him more. Now he wasn't just after the money. He wanted the power and respect that came with it. His uncle butter linked him with a new connect and he met another source through an older woman he was seeing. Doop leveled up to $50 and $100 bottles of fish scale, plus some dope that was nearly pure. By 15, he was on a one-way track to his first mill. Money came so fast that he and LA didn't wait for licenses. They hit the lot and copped foreigns. Doop in an Audi. Louisiana in a brand new Saab 900 turbo. All cash paid in full. No questions. Many a few young cats were doing it solo in Harlem like this and Doop and LA's crew were top of the line. They were stacking bread but they weren't just about the grind. They were living it up too. Front row at concerts, iced out, dressed in gators and silk. One of Doop's favorite nights was seeing the O'Jays at Madison Square Garden. Even the older heads had to nod, seeing these young bucks dripping in diamonds and shiny. It was a real respect thing. Doop's recognized hustlers and that night Doop and LA had the city's respect. When for the love of money came on, Louisiana even gave Eddie Levert a pound mid song. After the concert, Doop turned to LA, talking about his next move, that fresh 528 BMW. He was already looking to elevate to the next level. Back then, there were no young cats in Harlem driving BMW's. 16-year-olds stacking paper like that? Unheard of. Doop wasn't just making history. He was living it. He went back to the BMW dealer after copping his first ride, checking for something even fresher. They showed him the 7 series but he wasn't feeling it. It was too much of an OG whip. But then, the dealer hit him with a preview of the new 533 model, rocking a 733 engine and dripping in a brand new burgundy color, the first of its kind in the city. Doop paid cash up front, no questions. He even got a custom stash box on top of the vent straight out of James Bond. No one else was thinking on that level. One day, Doop pulled up on his block in a low-key Caddy and peeped some cats hopping out of a cab with shotguns, looking like they were on a mission. He stayed in his ride, watching till one of them locked eyes on him and yelled, there you go! All you heard was the shotgun blast and windows exploding. Doop floored the Caddy, slamming into the back of the cab so it could peel out and give him cover to jet out right behind it. The shooters chased him down, still letting off rounds, but he managed to lose them. That hit attempt made Doop switch up his whole strategy. He and LA were both starting to feel the weight of being on top. One time Doop was eating at Perks. That legendary Harlem spot. When he saw LA pulling up, followed by a bunch of cars. LA got out and dropped some heavy news. His mom's crib got hit, and word on the streets was Ron Mack was behind it. After catching a car case, Ron got locked up when he came home, LA helped him get back on his feet. Only thing was, Ron started playing dirty, so LA had to cut him off. Ron didn't take it well and ended up robbing LA's mom's place. That's when the war jumped off. Shootouts became part of the scene in Harlem. One night upon 145th, LA spotted Ross, one of the dudes involved in the robbery. LA let off, dropping Ross, but Ross survived thanks to a vest. After, Ron Mack and Ross got scooped on unrelated charges, and the war chilled out for a bit. Doop was supposed to link up with LA one morning, but he overslept, planning to catch him later at the rooftop. But fate had other plans. LA was feeling good that night, got too comfortable, and took off his vest. What he didn't know was Ross had just posted bail and was out lurking. The moment LA stepped out of the rooftop, Ross was there waiting and took him down. When Doop got the call, he was heated. He strapped up, grabbed his hammers and hit the block looking for blood. The retaliation was swift and merciless. Bodies dropped, blocks burned, and the streets of Harlem turned into a warzone. But even with all the power and respect, even with all the money in the world, Doop couldn't bring LA back. That loss changed everything. The hunger that once drove him to the top now drove him deeper into the life. Within months, the feds moved in with indictments stacked like cocaine bricks. RICO charges brought down Doop and his entire crew. Years in federal prison awaited the once untouchable young kings of Harlem. What started as a dream to become a gangster like the ones in the movies ended in cells and concrete. The rooftops where they once stood tall became tombstones. The luxury cars got seized. The custom jewelry got melted down. The legend of the NY Goons would live on in street stories and documentary reels, a cautionary tale of how fast the game can flip from glory to grave. They say money and power corrupt everything they touch, and the rise and fall of Doop and LA proved it. Their legacy remains etched in Harlem's history—young gods who flew too close to the sun, burning bright but burning out fast. The streets remember them. The game remembers them. But Harlem remembers the cost of chasing that blue tape dream, and how no amount of silk and diamonds can protect you from the iron law of the concrete jungle.