# VIDEO: Roland Pops Bartlett Final.mov

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Yo what's good evil streets fam you know the deal we back at it again shout out to every single member and subscriber who be tapping in on the daily you the real reason this channel growing and seeing success anybody trying to promote they music brand or business hit my email evil streets media at gmail.com we can work something out I appreciate every cash app donation that come through and anybody who wanna support the channel can do that at evil streets tv on cash app all donations going right back into the channel aight y'all let's dive into this gangster shit when the feds finally lifted that veil it was like the whole city trembled 35 names 35 bodies all connected to what they was calling the largest heroin operation Philly ever witnessed a whole network operating like a crime syndicate a crew calling themselves the family and they was playing these streets like it was chess this wasn't no basic corner boy operation nah these cats had a pipeline running from Philly straight up that i95 corridor into New York connected with mob figures who was treating heroin like it was wall street stocks product came down on the low got cut up even lower and by the time it touched them sidewalks the whole block was already hooked on their flow and they wasn't just stacking paper they was cleaning it ran it through a record label like it was just another track on the album flipping dirty cash into legitimate paperwork making millions vanish behind studio walls and fake artists everybody thinking the label was just another hustle chasing a hit record turns out the only hits going down was on the streets packaged in glassines and envelopes when US attorney Edward Dennis stepped to that podium to announce them indictments he ain't hold back nothing he laid it out raw from 1981 to 1986 the family pushed 28.5 million dollars worth of heroin into Philly's neighborhoods 28 million in poison whispered through alleyways traded in doorways passed off behind bodegas pushers doing the dirty work but the streets knew somebody bigger was controlling the strings and at the top Roland Bartlett reputed boss quiet presence name that traveled through the underground like a ghost story the feds said when they came through they grabbed 23 of them 35 suspects Bartlett included seven more was somewhere out there ducking handcuffs trying to outrun what was coming five had already been nabbed earlier or agreed to turn themselves in probably hoping cooperation would soften what's waiting by sunset the city felt different like the air itself knew a dynasty had shattered but in the hood everybody understood the real truth when a criminal empire collapses it don't fade quiet it echoes somebody always waiting to grab them pieces and construct they own throne and the family shadow that was gonna loom over these streets for a long long time according to the feds the family wasn't just some local crew hustling on a lucky run they was plugged straight into New York's underbelly prosecutors said kilos of dope came down from organized crime hands in the city traveling the highway tucked in whips like VIP passengers them shipments ain't stop until they reached a quiet condo out in King of Prussia Pennsylvania one of them spots nobody look twice at inside that condo though it was a whole different world that's where the raw weight got chopped stretched bagged and converted into them small hits that slid into pockets alleys stairwells and street corners all across Philly you had street dealers on standby waiting for the product to leak out of that suburban safe house like smoke seeping from a cracked window Edward Dennis the US attorney running point said Bartlett ain't rule his empire with loud threats or flashy violence his power came from New York them connections up top that pumped the supply and kept his organization fed Bartlett's family Dennis said is the largest heroin distributor in the entire Philadelphia metro and when you heard it broken down like that you understood why the streets spoke his name with a mixture of respect and fear but the hustle wasn't just in the drugs it was in the money prosecutors said Bartlett flipped his profits through domino records a New York City label that looked legitimate from the outside but behind closed doors was basically a laundromat for dirty dollars tracks got cut but the real work was the cash cycling through according to Dennis the record firm primarily functioned as a laundering company and Bartlett wasn't sloppy with his communications either he wasn't the type to post up on a street corner barking orders Dennis said he ran his business from the shadows scramblers on the phones devices that could detect if someone was recording him beepers coded like secret handshakes he built a reputation as the dude you could never quite catch slipping a man who stayed fogged behind layers of counter surveillance no New York mobsters got indicted not yet anyway but Dennis made it clear the investigation wasn't finished it sounded like the kind of warning shot that makes certain people start checking their rearview mirrors a little more often Bartlett 41 out of Cherry Hill Gregory Miller 35 from Philly and Darrell Cherry 33 also from Philly and still ducking arrest they all got hit with federal drug kingpin charges the kind of charges where the courtroom might as well be a graveyard because if they got convicted life without parole was waiting for them on the other side Bartlett had tax charges stacked on top of everything else and both him and Miller got locked down with no bail the family's hierarchy was collapsing in real time but the shadow of what they constructed still hung heavy over every neighborhood they once fed poison to the streets don't forget kings especially the ones who fall out in the 1980s Philly had plenty of hustlers shooters dreamers and wannabe shot callers but Roland Bartlett sat above all of them like a storm cloud with a crown on on the street his name wasn't just known it was felt according to the feds he was the biggest drug boss in the city the one steering the whole underworld from behind smoked glass and quiet whispers his machine wasn't some loose crew of wild kids either Bartlett ran an organization with structure discipline and fear baked into every corner of it around 60 people moved under his umbrella broken down into tight little units salesmen who pushed the product cutting crew supervisors who prepped the work and enforcers who made sure nobody got brave or confused about who really controlled Philly's veins but Roland ain't pop up out of nowhere he built himself the old fashioned way blood ambition and the kind of patience only a man who sees the throne ahead can muster he started as a street soldier for the Philadelphia black mafia learning the game block by block until he figured out how to move past the pavement and into the power by the time the 80s swung into full motion he wasn't just moving product he was tapping into New York's underworld royalty he plugged in with the Gambino crime family sliding into a pipeline that fed him heroin straight from the city that never sleeps and he ain't stop there he also forged ties with the Genovese family stacking connections like a man building an empire brick by brick from 1980 until the cuffs finally closed on him in 87 Bartlett's organization ran Philly like a private kingdom seven years of dominance seven years of money flowing so heavy it sounded like rainfall when it hit the table his operation was pulling in close to seven million a year back when a dollar still barked and he ain't hide the spoils Bartlett lived loud like a man convinced the world belonged to him cribs all over Philly a mansion in Jersey worth three quarters of a mill two more properties tucked away in a Susquehanna County resort community a nightclub fleetwood where the night stayed long and the money stayed moving a stable of 12 race horses and thoroughbreds because even his hobbies had to flex two benzes and a fleet of other rides just to remind the city who was eating best to the young black kids watching from the sidewalks Bartlett wasn't just a drug boss he was proof that power could come from the same streets they came from they saw the cars the club the horses the diamonds and they saw a man who beat the system at its own game and the wildest part Bartlett had so much pull so much weight behind his name that even the Philadelphia la cosa nostra Scarfo's mob the same crew that taxed damn near everybody ain't get a dime from him no street tax no kick up no negotiations Bartlett moved how he wanted answered to nobody and kept the mob at arms length like they was the ones who should tread lightly for a while he wasn't just playing king he was king and everybody in Philly knew it Roland Bartlett wasn't just feared in Philly he carried the kind of darkness that made even seasoned hustlers swallow hard before they said his name he moved with that cold old school ruthlessness where disrespect big or small came with a bill you paid in blood one neighbor found that out the hard way dude thought filing a lawsuit over Bartlett not picking up after his dog was just some petty civil beef he ain't understand who he was poking Bartlett wasn't filling out paperwork he was making sure nobody ever tried him twice he slid five bands to a pair of loyal crash dummies and they handled it the way he expected permanently in his own backyard that's the kind of power that don't come from nowhere it comes from a willingness to cross lines that regular people don't even see

the feds came down hard when the moment finally arrived federal agents moved on Bartlett like a storm with warrants and intent they found what they was looking for stacks of cash registers overflowing jewelry that could blind a man diamonds that cost more than houses money that moved through his fingers like water through a sieve the organization went from a empire to a memory in hours cell blocks waiting federal penitentiaries standing ready with space marked for the biggest kingpin Philly ever created

but here's the thing about legacy that hits different when you talking about a man like Roland Bartlett when the dust settled and the trials finished and the sentences came down hard Bartlett's name didn't disappear from the streets nah it lived on in every young hustler who looked at what he built and seen a blueprint every corner crew that remembered the days when one man could run a whole city those seven years of dominance became a legend that new generation studied like a textbook the way he moved the way he thought the way he stayed untouchable until the moment he wasn't it all became a lesson written in the language of the streets the hustlers learned from Bartlett that power ain't just about the money it's about the connections the discipline the understanding that you gotta think bigger than blocks and corners you gotta think empire you gotta think organization you gotta think like a CEO not a corner boy that's what separated him from the rest and that's what kept his memory alive long after the cuffs locked down Roland Bartlett's legacy is complicated because it ain't pretty or glamorous when you really examine it but it's undeniable he showed a generation what was possible and he showed the government what needed to be stopped the family operation that he built became a template for how federal prosecutors would approach major drug cases for years to come the infrastructure the organization the money laundering the international connections all of it became part of the playbook for taking down kingpins across the nation in many ways Bartlett's downfall shaped how law enforcement would operate going forward but in the streets his name stayed living the young ones still talked about him the way legends get talked about with a combination of awe and caution because they understood that what Roland Pops Bartlett built was never about the cars or the horses or the jewelry it was about proving that a black man from the hood could construct and control an empire that made millions and held power and that message that proof of concept that demonstration of what was possible that's what echoed through Philadelphia's neighborhoods for decades after he went down Roland Bartlett wasn't a hero but he wasn't forgotten either and maybe that's the realest legacy of all the one that don't fade because it changed the city and changed everyone who witnessed what he built and how far ambition and organization could take a man when the rules of the street were the only rules that mattered.