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You're able to see a large line of people waiting to get into a place, as a White Huntley parked up near the "Niner's" club
As a well coated guy walks inside passing the entire line, the guard nods opening the gate, once you walk into the club you notice the same guy sitting on the biggest table sitting with couple of girls and purple ragged guys.
You can hear one of the younger guys saying –
"Ayo Cash how did you reach all this? How did everything started? "
That? That was the days of my greatness, Charming, city of greed, homies and bikers, those were the days when I wore that purple rag, Charming was the place of my birth, of my growth, of my raise to power and of my downfall.
I came into this world only to be raised by my fucking drunk ass father and my fucking addicted mother, she would sell me for another fix but no one wanted to buy a fucking baby na'mean?, years went by, father kept beating the shit out of her, she kept shouting on him, fuck did I care, I was hanging in ma room counting the money I made from robbing them white boys lunch money ya'feelin'me? That was small change in the fucking third grade, never even bothered to try and study cause that shit wasn't for me, as I grew up with my cousin, Jermaine, called'em'self Westy, no idea why, guess he was into that wild west shit they were playin' on the teli, he was my bidness partn'a na'mean?, Me? Back than they used to name me "Cash" wanna know why? Because the only fucking thing I cared 'bout was the dough! And Westy cause he was my homie, he was my homie, my blood, me and Westy kept going through the years, started growing some weed in the basement, never used it my-self you see, that was my only fucking rule, never use the shit you sell on yourself, why? Cause by doing that you become addicted to more than one thing na'mean? And that’s just fucking Wrong.
Anyway, around High School me and Westy started dealing around the school and around the block, we knew that sooner or later some other kids looking for some small time cash will drop by to start working for us, Westy was the muscle around the school, me? I was the brains, always had my head deep in the greens, Westy brought these two kids called Omar and Jamal who wanted to start dealing for me,
So I gave those two wanna'be's a couple of weed packs to see what they can do, and what do you know? They fucking sold them, brought me the earnings, was around Two'hundrad bucks, gave them Tweny' bucks each and the arrangement was made, they get the packs from me, sell it, and they get a nice share of the profits although I never trusted this Omar character but fuck do I care I kept getting my dough, I was happy na'mean?
Years passed since then, now I'm into some better shit, dealing dope, dealing them gats, as Westy's my right hand and those two niggas from back then running their crews gathering up gats and money, now I earn Two'Thousand bucks a day, not Two'Fucking'Hundrad ya'feeling me?
They get their share of the profits, I get my profits, it's a win win situation you dig?
Aww I completely forgot, remember I said Charming was filled with'em bikers? They were called Hell's Angel's or some shit like that, my idea was to buy's'many gats as I can from them, then take them down with their own fucking guns, cleaver huh? Yeah I thought so, till one of my niggas ratted me out on them, stupid mother fucker, after he gave us up, they fucking blasted his head and came after us, this shit turned into a fucking full scale war, their guys drive-bying us with their fucking bikes, we drive-bying them with our whips, niggas dying, bikers dying no one was fucking winning, so much for my plans right?, wrong.
I had some money laying around in my vault and a gat, I think that was the smartest move I ever did, hear me out, I took some money, paid some Japanese mother'fucker to kill them bikers leader, called himself "President" or some shit
That move almost dried me up, but once I got rid of their fucking leader thing started turning on our side, we started blasting them, they were too fucking scared to even retaliate, we took them out like fucking flies, wish I paid that Jap long time ago na'mean?
Once the war was over we took over them bikers turf, started rolling our shit down to their holes and I made fucking tons of dough! Purple was anywhere cars, clubs, ragged niggas I mean dayum homie!
As the coated guy finishes telling his story you can see the club is almost empty except for him and his crew, everyone seems to be preparing to leave and they're all walking towards the exit.
Dayum homie it's called out here – I said while holding out my arms stretching
I walked towards my Huntley drove towards my crib got rid of the clothes except my boxers and went into bed with two fiiiiine bitches, the next day? The next day was a fucking nightmare, remember Omar? The guy from the story I told back at the club, you know the suspicious acting nigga, well, the other day he calls me saying that he lost his weed, now me? I ain'neva going to rage about some weed, but what that fucking nigga did was beyond forgiveness, as I reached the drop off point I could see Omar standing at the usual spot, as I drove into the drive-way two black Jaguars drove behind me blocking my path, he smiled, laughed and then shouted.
"Fuck you Cash, you never gave me a fucking chance, never trusted me, now you're fucking wasted fool!"
Stupid ass nigga, he thought I'll show up without back-up? A fucking big blast was heard as the two Jaguars blew up by an RPG Westy fired on them I got my gat, capped that fool Omar, fucking mother'fucker tried messing with me, pushed it into gear and got the fuck out of there, thing is, only Westy was on my side, as I drove by my crib I saw it burns as my entire fucking crew laughing and shouting, fucking mother-fuckers, I ripped the purple rag off my head, Westy shortly followed doing the same thing, we decided to leave that fucking shit behind us, we couldn't trust no fucking one, only each other, I drove to this car dealer ship, sold my whip used the cash to get a flight ticket towards the "City of dreams" they call it, Los Santos, as the plane landed me and Westy had our clothes, our cash, and that’s fucking it.
We drove towards a motel down at Idlewood, rented this stinky ass room, and swore to fucking cap each and every last nigga that betrayed us at Charming, we started hustling around this place called Grove Street, started the entire bidness all over again, only this time, I'm going to make sure every fucking nigga that will be under my wing will be fucking loyal, even the smallest fuck up that could lead to me, he'll get fucking wasted and dumped on the fucking sewer for the fucking rats as their dinner ya'feelin'me?
As Cash stands up you notice he is wearing a Green rag around his neck as a couple of young kids start spreading around the hood and into their homes
Cash: Ayo Westy lets roll nigga we got some bidness to take care of!
This faction is an African-American faction, you are required to know the African-American gang affiliation culture and everything related to that, What we do is simple, we RP around the hood, get our hands on some drugs, trying to hustle our corner, earn some money and later on get our hands on some guns, there will be no application form, in order to join, you will have to find us IC , so don't count on an application.
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I'm not going to bother adding the skins because the faction uses the Grove Street skins,
Comments or anything that you wish to say is more than welcome, if you start flamming my topic I will simply kick your
ass, don't try me.
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