Yo what's good evil streets fam you know the deal we back again shout out to every single member and subscriber for locking in day after day y'all the whole reason this channel keep growing and winning anybody trying to promote they music brand or whatever hit me at evil streets media at gmail.com we can make it happen I see all the cash app love too and if you trying to support the movement slide to evil streets TV on cash app every donation go right back into building this thing up aight y'all let's dive into this gangster shit Oakland wasn't just some regular city back in the 80s and 90s nah this was a straight up war zone disguised as blocks and hoods every strip had its own pulse every corner operated off its own laws the sound of them hammers cocking that was the language out there you knew who was getting money who was lurking and who was really calling shots you could taste the tension in the air thick like smog heavy with paper bodies and hunger this story ain't start with just one cat nah it go deeper than that it's a wave from the Felix Mitchell days when the Bay was ruled like an empire and them corners was churches for the hustlers Felix was that OG kingpin fur coats benzes chains the whole army all that he wasn't just pushing weight he created a whole lifestyle the game was structured like a corporation before corporations even understood what that meant but when them feds swooped and locked him down in the early 80s they didn't just snatch a man they opened up a power vacuum and the wolves caught the scent soon as Felix was gone Oakland turned into a straight survival exam crews started forming like militias and them streets became a chessboard drenched in gasoline out of that chaos came new generals names getting passed around through trap spots craps games and holding cells Timothy Bluett had one section on lock Daryl little D Reed was constructing his own empire young and reckless but calculated like this was his destiny they wasn't playing in Felix's shadow they was trying to eclipse his legacy by the late 80s the city switched up again powder turned to rock and rock turned to currency crack was the new cash and the block was wall street for the desperate and cutthroat everybody wanted a piece but not everybody was built for what came attached to it out of the smoke two names started rising above the rest Anthony flowers and a manual lacy separate crews same mission both of them operating like street generals stacking bread earning loyalty and turning east Oakland into a platform for gangster businessmen these two organizations ruled the streets of Oakland through fear intimidation and murder the organization had been responsible or has a connection to 31 documented homicide and unassuming auto detailing shop on West MacArthur is where drug agents say they tap phones it's believed to be both a legitimate business and headquarters for a ledge gang leader Emmanuel Lacy these two organizations ruled the streets of Oakland through fear intimidation and murder the organization had been responsible or has a connection to 31 documented homicide five of which were committed during the last five months of this investigation it wasn't about who could move the most product it was about who could survive the longest them streets showed no love no in between one wrong move you dead or locked one right move and you sitting on kingdoms built from rubble and drive flowers and lacy understood that code better than most and in a city where everybody was chasing the throne they was two kings who learned how to sacrifice for it Anthony flowers came up quick young smooth and sharper than razor blades he started out under bluitt's crew just another starving soldier pushing work and earning his stripes but the block don't raise sheep it creates ambition by 89 flowers wanted his own path his own paper his own name ringing through them Oakland streets he split off claimed his territory and constructed his team piece by piece they say the kid was lethal and charming at the same time the type who could dap you up throw that smile and already be scheming on how to take everything you own a wolf in gold chains and crispy kicks a manual lacy was a different animal hometown hero the kind of dude everybody once figured was gonna make it the legal way Fremont high's star San Francisco state's wrestler power and focus in human form but when them lights faded and them streets whispered he swapped them trophies for dollars by the time the 90s rolled around Lacy wasn't no average hustler he was running shit big crib in black Hawk moving like a CEO playing with the music game but still neck deep in the street operation that financed it all his crew was tight organized and vicious cats in his circle moved work in silence no slip ups no loud mouths but Oakland back then wasn't no safe zone it was a death trap and every block was owned by somebody willing to die for it late 80s into the early 90s the whole city was boiling in 88 shit got violent Lacy's squad and bluitt's team clashed over the acorn territory this wasn't no little scrap this was all out war machine guns barking bodies falling when everything calmed down one of bluitt's top soldiers was leaking out and a woman named Beverly Bell got hit in the chaos streets went dead quiet after that just rumors and police sirens the DA went at Lacy aggressive tried to bury him under murder beef but the block got its own code and when that main witness disappeared the case collapsed Lacy copped a manslaughter plea did eight years upstate and by 93 he walked out them prison doors like he never left same energy same control same appetite once he touched the pavement the lines between ally and enemy got foggy flowers and Lacy teamed up for a minute not out of friendship but out of chess moves two bosses operating as one was a nightmare for everybody else together they applied pressure on the streets cash circulating corners switching rivals folding but every empire constructed on violence got an expiration date the bloodshed that followed nonstop drive bys that shook car alarms for blocks and ambushes in broad daylight shootouts that left casings on school property by the time them feds caught on it was pandemonium court documents later revealed the damage close to 20 dead from dealers to innocent people all caught in a war that didn't have no clean victims the neighborhoods turned into ghost towns after sunset kids learning young what dodging slugs felt like mothers praying to God while counting the seconds Oakland wasn't just a city then it was a masterclass in survival and flowers and Lacy was the teachers by 94 them feds was done being patient they'd been sitting back for years watching the whole Oakland operation move like clockwork phones tapped vehicles followed apartments wired conversations decoded this wasn't no small time corner boy setup they were going after this was business on a cartel scale every move was planned coded language mixing English with foreign words cryptic messages that meant kilos murders or both they had a roster of names addresses and fake identities and they was ready to sweep clean four years of grinding surveillance came to a peak that summer the alphabet boys descended heavy DEA ATF local police the whole federal force rolling deep late August into September they hit them streets like an invasion dozens of doors kicked in before dawn choppers buzzing over the bay cops moving through Oakland like soldiers seizing firearms kilos cash whips whatever had traces of the game on it more than 40 people got arrested before nightfall the city felt it corners went silent hustlers vanished even the homicide rate dropped for a moment it felt like them feds might have actually won around names from both sides of the beef showed up on that list flowers crew took losses Lacy's people too it was like they ripped the soul out of the block in one sweep flowers caught the heaviest charges they dragged him into federal court out in San Francisco where them suits wanted to make a statement about him they had everything organized phone records surveillance footage drug money unregistered weapons all the ingredients of a federal conviction the portrait they created wasn't of some local dealer trying to survive it was of a boss who turned them streets into his own trading floor when that jury returned the decision was final guilty on conspiracy and distribution charges the courtroom was ice cold that day but them feds was smiling like they just captured the last spirit from the Felix Mitchell generation flowers had already seen handcuffs before but this time was different this was the conclusion of an era by 99 when that judge announced his sentence the city treated it like a memorial for a generation of dealers to them Anthony Flowers wasn't just another prisoner he was the final connection to the old game plan the street executives who constructed empires from crack clouds and corner respect when he went down them streets transformed them feds called it victory but to the ones who came up under that soundtrack them police sirens them gunshots them transactions whispered in dark alleys it just felt like another chapter in a never ending battle Emanuel Lacy's chapter hit harder his name didn't just bounce through Oakland it hung in the air like gunpowder after a midnight shooting when them feds came storming through in 94 tearing through the blocks like a natural disaster three of his brothers got snatched in the sweep but not Manny somehow he slipped through the net disappeared from the system vanished into nowhere for over a year the man moved like folklore one of them street myths you only heard about in pieces to the hood he was part legend part threat to the law he was a walking indictment waiting to materialize word on the block was Lacy was out in Vegas laying low keeping it low key but the feds knew they had unfinished business they couldn't let one of the biggest operators in Oakland's history just disappear into the wind the manhunt went nationwide aliases fake IDs safe houses all of it Lacy was playing chess while they played checkers but in the game of federal prosecution time always runs out by 95 a tip came through and the feds connected the dots they found him holed up moving quiet still conducting business still pulling strings from the shadows when they knocked on that door it was the end of an era they read him his rights and walked him into a federal building where his legacy was about to be documented in court filings and indictments the case against Lacy was astronomical 31 homicides connected to his organization drug trafficking weapons charges money laundering the feds built a wall of evidence that was impossible to climb they had informants testifiers and paper trails that stretched for miles the trial was a spectacle Oakland watched as one of the most powerful men to ever walk them blocks sat in the defendant's chair facing life in prison the city knew what this meant it meant the old guard was finished it meant a generation of street executives was being erased from the game forever when that verdict came down guilty on all counts the streets felt it in their bones Emmanuel Lacy went down hard life sentence no parole no second chances just decades behind concrete walls watching the world he built get dismantled piece by piece his organization scattered his money seized his legacy tainted by the blood that came with it today Emmanuel Lacy sits in a federal penitentiary his name still whispered in Oakland's streets still remembered in them trap spots and corner gatherings but now it's different it's a cautionary tale a monument to what happens when you build empires on violence and prey on your own community the legacy of Emmanuel Lacy and Anthony Flowers represents something deeper than just two drug kingpins it's a window into an era when entire neighborhoods were held hostage by the pursuit of fast money and fast power it's a reminder that no matter how powerful you become how many soldiers you got how much paper you stack it all comes crashing down when you choose the path of violence and destruction these men and thousands like them destroyed families ruined communities and left generations traumatized just to chase a dream that was never real that's the real story that's what we gotta understand the streets of Oakland paid a price for their ambition and that price was written in blood in heartbreak and in empty casings scattered across playgrounds and housing projects their legacy ain't one of respect or admiration it's one of cautionary consequence a permanent scar on a city that deserved better than what they brought to it that's the truth y'all