Yo what it do evil streets fam you know the deal we right back at it shout out to everybody locked in members and subscribers tapping in every single day y'all the backbone of this whole operation the reason this channel even breathing anybody trying to push they music brand or business hit my line evil streets media at gmail.com we can work something out salute to everybody sliding cash app donations too and if you wanna support the movement pull up to evil streets tv on cash app every dollar go right back into feeding the channel aight y'all let's dive straight into this gangster ish Flatbush ain't just some dot on a map for tourists nah this a battlefield stacked on top of ancient battlefields before the corner stores before the dollar vans before them drill tracks shaking the avenue at three in the morning this whole strip kicked off as a Dutch settlement six little pockets stitched up each one holding its own energy its own laws its own bloodline then the English ran through slapped Kings County across it and eventually them towns merged into one beast the globe know as Brooklyn Bushwick flatlands Gravesend New Utrecht Flatbush Brooklyn them names stuck around they just got amplified weighted down drenched in generations of grind and blood by the 1890s they wrapped it all under the NYC umbrella but anybody born here understand paperwork don't make a borough the concrete do and this concrete been screaming for centuries word up Flatbush turned into the gateway for anybody who touched down in America clutching a suitcase packed with ambition and baggage Caribbean bloodlines landed Jamaicans Trinis Haitians all of them staking claim block after block then cats from Africa Middle East spots most New Yorkers can't even locate on no atlas they opened up barbershops roti joints sneaker spots tax offices whatever kept the rent paid but if you stroll through East Flatbush midday everything look peaceful kids playing grandmas shopping dudes debating soccer or dancehall a whole postcard moment but underneath that picture perfect scene the block always pulsed different retired NYPD commander Corey Pegues once labeled it one of the most treacherous zones in the city and he wasn't exaggerating the friction wasn't accidental Caribbean blocks they guard they own they handle tension they way hammers smoke boundaries you respect this was survival inherited like heirloom recipes and when you cram people from every edge of the planet into one slice of Brooklyn they connect they build squads they claim territory that's how gang culture resurfaced silent first then thunderous gangs been embedded in New York since the 50s terrorizing rooftops and train tunnels way before rap even had a title by the 70s some of them shifted lanes attempting to uplift they communities inspired by Panthers or Five Percent doctrine some crumbled some disappeared but most they ain't vanish they just evolved quieter sharper more calculated hip hop wasn't birthed from nothing it emerged from that landscape the block treaties the principles the tribal bonds all of it fused into the culture but the streets don't clock out gang culture ain't dissolve with spraypaint and breakdancing it just switched fits switched regulations seeped deeper into the city's veins so by the time GS9 came bursting outta Flatbush Bobby moving like he had the whole borough rocking with him the groundwork was already set the hood had been brewing for decades immigrants carrying dignity like shields crews forming outta survival a borough constructed on old settlements old conflicts new faces fresh desperation Flatbush was never just coordinates it was a timebomb waiting for somebody to spark it New York birthed hip hop so it make sense the city developed its own brand of gang existence too cats from everywhere dragged they flags through Cali factions like Crips and Bloods midwest organizations like GDs Vice Lords Latin Kings every fragment of American street doctrine eventually crashed into the five boroughs but when they touched NYC the city ain't copy nobody New York gave every gang its own dialect its own flavor its own rulebook stamped in pavement nothing manufactured just that organic New York alchemy that transforms everything into something different back in the early years the city was the style laboratory for the whole nation whatever uptown or Brooklyn executed the world mimicked LL with the Kangol angled perfect Run DMC marching across stages in shell toes that was the template and even when fashion got circulated coast to coast and returned modified New York always maintained a trademark only New Yorkers could execute peep Cam'ron Harlem elegance in its rawest form son emerged in pink everything pink boots pink Timbs pink mink pink Range loud fearless disrespecting fashion regulations in the illest way possible and according to Prodigy from Mobb Deep Brooklyn had already been pioneering that wave decades prior Decepts Lo Lifes all them boosters and fashion thieves rocking pink Polos purple knits orange and yellow sweaters like they was born dipped in highlighter Brooklyn youth had been flipping the manual since high school and Cam just amplified it on a worldwide platform and Dipset they poured fuel on it they whole movement transformed gang energy into an aesthetic bars colors posture the complete package fusing street identity with hip hop until you couldn't separate where one stopped and the other began in New York that fusion wasn't a wave it was foundation see Brooklyn always been its own galaxy Kings County to the tourists but to them in the trenches it was Crooklyn the land of the starving talent everywhere but in the wrong pockets opportunity was folklore kids came up watching stickup kids hit the strip like gunslingers shooters treating the projects like combat zones scammers engineering new schemes in trap apartments Brooklyn shorties always operated like tomorrow was fictional like loyalty was negotiable and survival was a competition beatdowns cells bodies none of it was sufficient to halt the hustle this was the same terrain that birthed GS9 years later a borough programmed for movement for bread for chaos even before drill before YouTube before the recognition the voltage was already boiling and way before that in the 80s New York street culture had its own coded atlas the Nation of Gods and Earths renamed the boroughs like they was rewriting the city's spiritual charter the Bronx became Pelan Brooklyn transformed into Medina Queens the Desert Manhattan Mecca Staten Island Savior's Island later Shaolin if you knew you knew if you ain't you wasn't supposed to by the 90s the terminology shifted depending what generation you from but one title never budged Crooklyn that label fit too seamlessly too authentic too deserved films announced it rappers displayed it like a medal the underworld referenced it like coordinates on a treasure chart before the late 90s money surge Brooklyn held a completely different standing ask anybody who was present they'll relay it straight Brooklyn dudes was hustle specialists chain grabbers coat robbers cats who'd press you for your sneakers and leave you standing in socks on a January block prison tales intensified it Brooklyn inmates always carried that edge on they shoulder moving like they owned every facility they landed in everything was smooth till them Crooklyn dudes arrived as one old timer expressed it and that wasn't hyperbole that was Brooklyn's mythology in the criminal underworld chaotic relentless unpredictable fearless Brooklyn ain't just earn the title Crooklyn it embodied it every generation every strip every wave kept the standing breathing and the city absorbed it every single time Brooklyn entered the space by the time the mid late 90s struck New York was morphing into one massive red flag Blood sets was spreading through the five boroughs like infection and every block registered the transformation out west the Crips held the numbers out here different story the East Coast was Blood dominated and every Crip faction that attempted to plant a flag had to navigate real cautious but the real warfare initiated with the Latin Kings the Almighty Latin King Nation and the Bloods went head up in a conflict that nearly bled whole neighborhoods empty bodies fell warnings got dismissed and the city understood quick that alliances ain't permanent when that truce finally landed in the late 90s it wasn't harmony it was just the streets switching adversaries soon as that agreement materialized the Bloods pivoted they focus on the Crip sets emerging across the city like loose embers seeing gang culture in New York was its own entity one OG stated and that was facts but seeing it detonate in Flatbush a melting pot of whole other nations was something nobody anticipated immigrants arrived with families and aspirations they kids matured in cramped spaces with other kids battling to survive and next thing you know the same way suburban kids joined Boy Scouts these Brooklyn babies was selecting colors that's how the Blood and Crip wave dug its fangs into Flatbush Corey Pegues the former NYPD commander explained it clear most of my shootings were gang connected the old school cliques Crips Bloods they was still active but a new generation entered reckless gangs with titles that sounded like mixtapes and death sentences simultaneously Bloodstain Outlaws Rock Stars Young Assassins GS9 Very Crispy Gangsters Brooklyn's Most Wanted Pegues claimed the older factions at least possessed some discipline a little framework it was the young wolves with nothing to forfeit that kept the morgues occupied
By the early 2010s the whole landscape shifted again new apps new platforms new ways to move new ways to get caught Bobby Shmurda emerged from that chaos a kid born into a system already broken a borough already bleeding a generation already trapped see Flatbush in 2010 2011 2012 wasn't no different from Flatbush in the 80s except now everybody had cameras in they pockets now every move got uploaded now the feds could watch from their desks what they used to need informants for Bobby was young hungry reckless the type of cat that made the streets move when he moved when GS9 was posted up on Maple Avenue the whole strip recognized the shift young dudes running heavy chains moving product moving violence moving like they had nothing to lose because they didn't they was teenagers with life sentences already written in blood and broken glass
But see that's the thing about street momentum it feel eternal till it ain't Bobby Shmurda got indicted in December 2014 conspiracy attempted murder racketeering charges that carried football numbers life sentences the whole GS9 operation got dismantled same year same federal case codefendants scattered across different prisons different states the energy that had Brooklyn vibrating sudden stopped vibrating the dynamic shifted overnight what was motion became stagnation what was feared became forgotten that's how quick the streets move that's how fast legacy get interrupted
Bobby did his time maintained his composure did over six years before he got released in 2021 came home different quieter the hunger still there but the recklessness got burned out in prison the streets that made him ain't want him back the same way he left and that's the realest part of this story that's what don't fit no narrative GS9's impact on drill was undeniable they pioneered movements they influenced a whole generation of rappers they made Brooklyn dangerous again on a global platform but Bobby Shmurda's actual story it's more complicated it's about a kid caught in a system that manufactures criminals faster than any street operation ever could it's about a borough that been broken for centuries and how young people born into that break naturally become the problem the solution never find their way in
His legacy ain't just the GS9 chain ain't just the drill beats ain't just the federal case that took down a whole organization his legacy is what he represent a symbol of how America criminalize poverty how we feed our children violence then act shocked when violence consume them Bobby Shmurda became famous for gang activity did federal time for it got released and everybody want to turn him into a redemption story but the real redemption that need to happen it gotta be systemic it gotta be structural it gotta be deeper than one kid beating the system or one kid falling to it Flatbush still producing Bobbys every single day kids with no options gang energy as the only language they understand the only power structure that acknowledge them and until that change until the borough get investment until the kids get opportunity the block keep cycling keep grinding keep burying the young and calling it culture that's the legacy Bobby represent whether he want it or not that's what it mean when one man became the symbol of a whole generation's struggle