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LaRu Tales // The War Is ON!

LaRu Tales // Disturbing The Dead

LaRu Stories // High Speed Chase

LaRu Stories // A Documented Gang Banger

LaRu Stories // The East Side Takeover

LaRu Stories // Relative Kame Thru

Laru Stories - Party In The I // Idlewood Cop Killing

This gonna be DOPE!

LaRu Stories + Mob-Ties = Dead Enemigos

Flex Next out here getting straight Check$

♝ LaRu // Blood-Ties ♝

Aka Triple B's | Bully Boyz | 3rd World | 3XB | Bishop Boulevard Banksters “East Los. Bishop Side. Bully Boyz Ride.” Based in East Los Santos, San Andreas — Holding it down since '89 Introduction The Bishop Boulevard Bloods (BBB) are a notorious African-American street gang rooted in the heart of East Los Santos, Los Santos County, San Andreas. Often referred to as the Triple B’s, Bully Boyz, or the 3rd World / 3rd World Bountry, this organization rose from the ashes of older Blood sets and has evolved into a hybrid of tradition and ruthless innovation. Though Blood gangs traditionally wear red or burgundy, Bishop Boulevard Bloods mix black into their color scheme, setting themselves apart from both rival Bloods and Crips alike. Klick Structure 52nd Street (Five-Deuce / 5IVE-DEUCE BANK$TER$) - Based around 6th Street and the Projects. - Known for sporting Atlanta Falcons caps. - These are the Money Movers, often tied to the Pueblo Del Rio projects, where it all began. - Origins trace back to the Pueblo Players from the 1950s. 92nd Street Klick (Nine-Deuce Pressure Gang) - Based around 54th Street, Cluckin Bell, and Elm Street. - Known enforcers and hitters of the set. - Founded by Bobby Lavender after his homie Skip was killed by Eastside Crips. - These gangsters formed the “92 Bishops” and the feared Murder Klick. History of Bloodshed & Brotherhood In the 1970s, East Los was a battleground. As Crip influence spread, the Pueblo Bishops formed alliances and solidified themselves as warriors of the Blood identity. The 52 Pueblo Bishop Bloods became a solidified name after the Pueblo Players evolved into something deadlier. In 1978, "Blood" was added to their name as they took the fight to Crips directly on school grounds, in the streets, and behind bars. The 1990s introduced a darker chapter. Under the leadership of a violent, charismatic drug kingpin known as OG Red Eyez, the gang evolved into a criminal enterprise. His clique—The Boulevard Banksters—dealt narcotics, extorted businesses, and trafficked weapons. Their nickname “Bullet Boyz” came from their violent reputation for gunplay and control of the arms trade. Legacy of OG Red Eyez OG Red Eyez was a legend and a menace. His trademark was a black bandana, worn during missions and street battles. After a federal case in 2003 named “Project Kick Door”, Red Eyez was sentenced to life for murder, conspiracy, extortion, and operating a criminal enterprise. Since then, the color black has become sacred in Bishop culture, honoring his legacy and presence in every member’s fit. His incarceration didn’t slow the movement. The set reorganized, with sports apparel like Boston Red Sox, Texas Rangers, Tampa Bay Rays, and Chicago Bulls gear replacing traditional flags—keeping the streets guessing while staying strapped and ready. Signs, Symbols, and Identity - Throwing up the number "3" symbolizes BBB / Bishop Boulevard Bloods - Tagging "III", "3XB", or "333" is common - Crosses, saints, bishops, and graveyard imagery appear in graffiti, tattoos, and drip - The hood is referred to as "3rd World" or "3rd World Bountry" - Some members wear black gloves, all-black fits, and religious pendants OOC Recruitment Info Want to join the Triple B's? Here's what you need to know: You must roleplay an African-American character aged 13–17 attending East Los High School Other races are allowed, but must earn their stripes IC—no busters, no snitches Females are only allowed entry by being Jumped-In or Sexed-In Do not RP Crip slang (“Cuz,” “Loc”) or the color Blue You must meet members IC InGame and follow proper development Join a clique: - 52 Banksters (Money crew, based around the Projects) - 92 Pressure Gang (Enforcers, hitters, based near Cluckin Bell & Elm Street) You cannot rep BBB without getting put on first Outsiders will get robbed, chased, shot, bullied—unless you’re paying Hood Taxes You can earn respect through missions, tagging, hustling, and fighting] Take screenshots of your RP and post them in the thread Failure to follow this = IC consequences Screenshot Gallery Post your faction RP screenshots here — represent that 3XB block. Respect the Set or Get Set Up — Bishop Boulevard Bloods, 3rd World —

G'Money//Touchdown Score From The Sky!

🔥Lost $camtos Finest!🔥

A True Veteran From The Streets of Jefferson! 🏆

* G-Money starts rapping as soon as the hook stops. (Verse 1) It's G-Money, on the throne, Leaving a trail of groupies in yo zone. They be struttin on the street, money makin machines, Stackin bills, flippin pills, livin out their dreams. See, these ladies ain't just pretty faces, They be hustlin' hard, fillin' up the spaces. In my pockets, with them green faces, Helpin' me re-up, keepin' up the paces. (The Hoochie Groupie Hook) (Last Verse) They keep the flow steady, supplyin what i need, From drugs to guns, yeah, they plant the seed. Got me sittin on stacks, while they workin' the streets, Addicted to the game, can't nobody compete. So when you see me in my Caddy ride, Know them hoochie groupies be by my side. Makin moves, makin cash, ain't no time to hide, Pimp game strong, we takin' it in stride. (The Hoochie Groupie Hook)

Shout outs to J-Town

* G-Money starts spitting pure fire as soon as the beat drop at [0:14]. (Chorus) Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. (1st Verse) Godfather Hat, Sittin on head, Keep it tilt, My O.G said. Pocket full of Ca$h cuz i'm bout my bread, always keep a gat cuz haters want me dead. Got a down bitch who's ready to ride, her favorite color gold just like my nine. Inches of dick she blows it right, never misses make ya go night night. I took her soul, Now she's cold, Doin anything for that pretty gold. Make Or Break is my motto, make a bitch then break the hoe. I stay pimp'ed-out from head to toe, Fly as ever, Like this flow. The game is to be sold, Not to be told, You bought my song now i'm adding dough. (Chorus) Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. (2nd Verse) Pimpin when i wake, Pimpin when i sleep, Pimpin don't stop till ya 6-Feet deep. Pimpin ain't easy and pimpin ain't hard, ya gotta be ice cold with no heart. When pimpin begins, Friendship ends, If it don't make dollar$ it don't make ¢ent$. The best thang goin is Pimp'n and hoe'n, if the tricks keep stroking the money keeps flowing. If a Hoe ain't on the clock, A pimp Money stops, Pull up on her block, Make her heart drop. I pimp side to side, Left to right, G-Money about to get rich tonight. I Profit, In, Making, Paper, I got a lot of haters cuz they catchin Vapors. Mad cuz ima hell of a trader, stackin bags up like aaa skyscraper. (Chorus) Pimpin is a way of life, Pimpin is a way to grind, Pimpin is a way to survive, Pimpin is a way to get away with crime, Pimpin how you dress to shine, Pimpin is how you drive yo ride, Pimpin is how you think in ya mind, Pimpin been around since the beginning of time. (3rd Verse) Pimpin over here, Pimpin over there, Pimpin for respect and pimpin for fear. In this world, It's do or die, Up or down, It's pimp on mine. I'm Phocused, Into, Making, Paper, Pimpin is easy cuz it's my nature. Collecting and controlling these bitches labor, serving me just like a waiter. (Stops)

* Starts Rapping at 0:03. (1st Verse) M.O.B. What does it mean? Make Or Break for the Pimp Machine. It's purse first then ass last i used to simp but that's the past. Now I'm bout cash more chill than jazz sportin clothes with class counting money like math watch yo hoe i mite snatch then make a dash then hit the gas clownin suckas in my path. Task on my ass, Aimin for my stash, But can't get it cuz i think fast! So nick nack paddy wack give a mack a hat, I'm Moonwalkin on you Haters like Mike Jack. Smooth Criminal, That's a fact, A Original, Gangsta Mack. A Ghetto Role Model is why they mad, I'm always sober i never lack. (The Hook: 0:48 - 1:11) (2nd Verse) Fuck a Twelve, I'm a Rebel, Make that Money or Break Yourself! Like the Cartel, All for wealth, Cuz being broke is bad for ya health. Always on stealth, Where i dwell, Cuz on my hood it's a livin Hell. Bullet Shells, Another body fell, From New Years Eve to the Jingle Bells. Gunpowder smell, As you inhale, The rhymes i spell of this playa tale. From Motels, To Hotels, Crime does pay cuz mobbin sells. I does it well, Slicker than Gel, Cuz where I'm from it's Ball or Fail. Quiet as Hell Like a Snail, Movin in silence cuz G's don't tell. (The Hook: 1:57 - 2:20) (Last Verse) P.I.G, What does it mean? A Punk In Greed who's Hatin on me. Lookin for Trouble, Like a Puzzle, Finding anyway to knock my hustle. It's a struggle in the Jungle, when everybody tryina bubble. You need muscle for to rumble, like a Tug Of War it's a Ghetto Tussle. Ya better have aim, In this lane, If you can't hang get up out this game. Diamond Rings, Diamond Chains, My game the same inside my brain. Flippin Cocaine and Mary Jane, out here chasing that Fortune and Fame. Mobbin all day against the grain, putting all Haters and Pigs to shame. (The Hook: 3:06 - 3:28) (Stops)

G-Money drops another song called "Don't Fight It". * G Money starts spitting after the hook stops. (Verse 1) Well it's the pimp, the playa, the one and only, They call me G-Money but yo hoes say daddy. Twerkin and grindin, can't hide their feelin, I'm the one they want, they pussy stealin. I whisper in their ear, tell em what they like, Then drop to their knees, their mouths wide. I give em a taste, but I'm always safe, Wearin a rubber, or I'm leaving no trace. I pull out and cum, all over their skin, Or do em in the butt, make em scream and grin. I'ma king of this game, they can't resist, My pimp game strong, they can't dismiss. Don't fight it, girl, y'know you want this life, Rollin with me, no stress, no strife. Money, power, respect, be my ride or die, We'll get rich together, watch the haters cry. (The Hook: Don't You Fight It) (Verse 2) These other pimps hate my success, Try to knock my hustle, but can't progress. I got a crew of killas, doin my biddin, They take em out quick, leave em in a ditch and. These haters be talkin, tryin to fuck my rep, But I just laugh it off, while they hoes in my bed. Makin that money, while they're cryin in jail, My hoes are loyal, they never tell. I'm the pimp with the power, they adore, They can't get enough, they always want more. A master of the game, they can't deny, My pimp seed's potent, it makes em high. I'm the boss, the king, the one in charge, They can't resist this dick, that extra large. With the game, can't be tamed They can't fight it, they foreva changed. (The Hook: Don't You Fight It) (Verse 3) At the end of the day, I'm counting money in my ride, With a Girl on her knees, giving me pride. Bitch haters gone, loved ones by my side, G-Money lives, pimpin worldwide. No kids, no baby mama drama mess, Just living lavish, gotta confess. G-Money, the boss, always at my best, Another day, another dollar, I don't rest. (Stops)

Gotta throw a IRL CCP song to show respect to the IG CCP keep it G y'all