# THOMAS MICKENS FINAL 2 - COMPLETE SCRIPT

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Yo what's good evil streets fam you know the deal we back at it again with another banger shout out to everybody holding it down with memberships and subscriptions tapping in daily you the ones making this channel pop off and reach new heights anybody trying to push their music brand or business hit my line evil streets media at gmail.com let's make it happen. Big respect to everyone showing love with cash app donations and if you trying to support the movement you can send it to evil streets tv on cash app everything goes right back into building this channel up alright yo let's dive into this gangster shit. June 1963 in Corona Queens New York City that's when Thomas Mickens came into this world and that hustler mentality was already in his DNA. His pops Thomas Lucky Harris who also went by Weasel was out there running numbers and hustling mid-level style leaving a permanent impression on young Mickens. Even though he was the baby of Harris's kids Mickens showed he had that natural born leader energy and business mind from jump. When he was only 10 years old shorty was carrying grocery bags for customers at the local spot but he peeped game quick recruited his homies to help with the work managed all the bread they was making together and paid each one of them 5 dollars every day that move right there showed what type of ambition he had for the future. Mickens spent those early years in Laurelton a neighborhood in southeast Queens where his family moved to. When he hit 12 years old tragedy came knocking his father died. Losing his pops was the moment everything changed. By 15 Mickens said fuck high school dropped out and switched from working honest jobs to hitting the streets moving marijuana. Like he put it I started with 3 dollars bought a tray bag rolled up 8 joints and flipped each one for a dollar. The young hustler didn't waste no time leveling up got into the cocaine game at 17 and used that paper to live large. He got himself a 30th floor apartment in a building with a doorman flexing that fast rising status in the streets. Thomas Mickels was already putting in major work out there pushing a whole key of cocaine every two days like it was nothing. The game wasn't just about what you moving it was about how you moving. Mickens even printed up business cards that said Tommy anytime with his number on it like he was CEO of some Fortune 500 shit instead of running a street operation. His whole setup was locked down tight thanks to the crew he trusted like blood. His girl Shelby Kerney was riding with him while his top soldiers Anthony Jacobs Norvell Flakes Young and Robert Hines made sure the product and cash stayed circulating. Mickens wasn't just pushing weight he was running a full blown enterprise making sure every decision was smart. But 1983 the streets came back at him. Mickens sold half an ounce of coke to undercover NYPD detective Robert Russell for 1250 dollars and caught a case. The charge got him one to three years locking his hustle down for a stretch. While Mickens was locked up the streets were going crazy over Scarface that 1983 movie with Al Pacino in it. The critics weren't feeling it but for dudes like Mickens it was like the holy bible. The film was about Tony Montana a broke Cuban immigrant who rose to the top of the drug game using coke as his path to power. It was gritty real and hit different for anyone chasing the American dream through the only way they knew. By the time Mickens came home he wasn't just Thomas no more he had completely become Tony Montana in his mind seeing himself as the real life version of that movie character like Montana Mickens had those big aspirations that cold blooded ambition and zero hesitation about taking everything he believed belonged to him. From the projects to the high rises Mickens was determined to build his own empire one that would have his name echoing through every corner of the city. Life wasn't just copying art Mickens was rewriting the whole story and creating his own legacy. During work release Mickens made a power move without speaking a word dropped 28,146 dollars in straight cash on a brand new 1985 Cadillac Fleetwood one month before his June 1984 parole date. Not long after getting released him and Shelby Kerney bought a house and he grabbed another car this time a clean 1984 BMW everything paid in cash. Mickens wasn't just making plays he was letting the streets know he was back and stronger than before. Right when Mickens got back to the game crack cocaine exploded on the streets like a bomb summer of 1984 transforming the whole drug business overnight. The rock was dirt cheap highly addictive and moved quicker than anything hustlers had ever witnessed. The wave of money brought a wave of fresh competition but Mickens wasn't just another hustler he was a boss. His grind his intelligence and his name kept him in front of everyone else. The facts speak for themselves Mickens took his small team and built it into a 50 deep organization controlling blocks like a military commander. His headquarters was at Merrick and 226th Street but his influence went way beyond that spot. Mickens crew ran not just the Laurelton and Springfield neighborhoods but also damn near all of Merrick Boulevard one of the main strips cutting through that area. Even with his grip on Merrick Boulevard Mickens wasn't the only major player moving product in South Jamaica Queens. The streets were packed with heavy hitters like the legendary Supreme Team Lorenzo Fat Cat Nichols Cartel the Corley family and the Babos. Southside was a war zone but Mickens played it smart. Even with all that heat his empire kept growing year after year. On the books Mickens was just a regular dude working as an upholsterer he even filed taxes to throw the feds off. But those numbers didn't show the real picture. By 1985 Mickens was pulling in 121,000 dollars which seemed low compared to what he made after that. The next year he almost quintupled his income bringing in 605,000 dollars. By 1987 he was on another level entirely clearing a massive 1.1 million dollars according to law enforcement. Mickens didn't just create an empire he showed it off loud and proud. The Cadillac and BMW were just the beginning of his car collection. Soon he added a Ferrari Mondial Cabriolet a Lamborghini a Jaguar and three different Mercedes-Benzes plus Porsches Saabs and Jeeps. The man didn't just buy whips he put together a whole fleet 21 vehicles in total many of them customized to show off luxury and dominance. The ultimate piece a 100,655 dollar Rolls Royce loaded with TVs VCRs a video game system and an interior decked out in Louis Vuitton everything. It wasn't just a car it was a moving luxury lounge. Mickens flexing didn't end there he bought a 38 foot Bayliner yacht for 133,350 dollars cash which he kept docked out in California. And if that wasn't extra enough he took it to the sky with his own private helicopter. Mickens didn't just push weight he invested in prime real estate collecting properties coast to coast like monopoly pieces. He had a home in Miami Florida and a condo out in Diamond Bar one of Southern California's most exclusive areas. Back in Queens he secured a 90,000 dollar house on Grand Central Parkway a spot on Hollis Avenue for 51,700 dollars and another one on Hilton Avenue. But the crown jewel a 760,775 dollar mansion in Dix Hills Long Island where he stayed with his girl Shelby Kerney and her mother. Dix Hills wasn't just any neighborhood it was elite territory with neighbors like Dee Snider of Twisted Sister and Ralph Macchio the Karate Kid himself. Trial records later showed Mickens had 16 properties total a portfolio that screamed boss status and when it came to stunting Mickens smile had its own story. He had sapphire emerald and diamond implants in his teeth. His presence wasn't just felt in the streets it shined. Mickens wasn't just flipping bricks he was flipping his dirty money into legitimate businesses all branded with his street name for marketing. Montana Grocery on Hollis Avenue Montana Sporting Goods on Rockaway Boulevard and Montana Dry Cleaners on Merrick Boulevard weren't just fronts they were strategic plays in his money laundering operation. These businesses helped him clean his illegal cash making it look legit while letting him hide assets under the business names. That way the feds couldn't connect everything back to him so easy. But Mickens wasn't just about hiding his tracks he used these businesses to create his image as a respected businessman. In the community he played the role of someone giving back. One of his biggest moves was funding a summer basketball league that had none other than NBA players coming through to run games with the youth in the neighborhood. He was investing in the community while keeping his name on everybody's lips. Mickens had pull everywhere he went from the block to the boardroom and everybody knew not to cross the Montana name. But all that shine and all that paper don't last forever in this game. The feds had been watching Mickens the whole time building their case brick by brick. Task forces were created federal investigators were assigned and they were determined to bring down the whole operation. By 1989 the walls were closing in. Informants were flipping cops were tightening the noose and Mickens empire that seemed untouchable was about to come crashing down. The investigation was massive they were looking at everything his money his properties his crew his whole operation. Mickens had built something that looked like it would last forever but the game don't work that way. The streets remember everybody and the feds keep records on everybody too. In April 1989 federal agents raided Mickens properties seized his cars his cash his jewelry everything he had flossed so hard to get. The mansion the Rolls Royce the yacht the helicopter all of it gone in one day. Mickens was arrested and charged with major drug trafficking and money laundering offenses facing decades in prison. The fall was just as dramatic as the rise. The man who had business cards printed with his name was now facing a federal indictment. The man who had sapphire and diamond implants in his teeth was sitting in a cell looking at life. The man who ran fifty deep and controlled whole blocks was alone in a prison jumpsuit. Mickens was tried convicted and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. His girl Shelby Kerney stayed loyal for a minute but she couldn't stay forever. His crew scattered some flipped on him some got locked up themselves and some just disappeared into the streets. The Montana empire that had seemed so solid crumbled like dust. The legacy of Thomas Mickens is one that cuts deep into the heart of the game. He showed us that you can rise from nothing to everything but everything can fall back to nothing just as quick. He proved that intelligence and ambition can take you to the top but the feds are always watching waiting for that one mistake. Mickens wasn't just another hustler he was a boss a businessman a community investor and a legend in the streets of Queens but he was also a cautionary tale. His story echoes through every generation reminding young hustlers that the money the cars the jewelry the respect they all come with a price that most ain't willing to pay. Thomas Mickens built an empire that will never be forgotten but he's serving life for it and that's the realest part of the story. His name still rings in the streets of Queens his legacy still inspires and his fall still warns. That's what happens when you become too visible too flashy too confident in a game that always punishes arrogance. Thomas Mickens will forever be remembered as one of the greatest hustlers to ever come out of Queens but his greatest legacy might be the warning he left behind for everyone else coming up in the game. The rise and fall of Tommy Montana changed the streets forever and his story will continue to be told for generations to come.