Blocc Life (Crips,Bloods,Nortenos,Surenos)

EBK: EVERBODY KILLER

The number one rule of the street: Don't mess with the OG's unless you wanted to die. That's all Stacc knew until this September. He was never jumped into the blocc, but he was a friend of the set since birth. His brother died for the set, and his father before, and his father before. No one said it, because it didn't need to be said. If you were raised on 88th, it wasn't whether or not you were gonna be a rider. 

It was when.

Stacc got ready. In the sprawling metropolis of Diem Carpe, there was numerous alleys, where kids were jumped in. He was there at the right the time. Tony was the big gangster at his school, and he took care of the stuff that "went on". Today was the day that he would be a real Crip. A real human said his uncle. 

Tony turned around the corner, with Jeff "OG Biggs", and a couple of the lil' homies. 

"You ready?" said Biggs. Small Stacc nodded his head. Biggs gave Tony the order. Tony punched Stacc hard in the gut. Biggs asked again, "You ready?" 

Stacc nodded again. 

That's when all six of them descended on Stacc, beating him with their fists and feet, and the 45 seconds felt like an hour. When it was over, Stacc had bruises all over his body and face. His 2 eyes were black and blue. But he was smiling, blood on his teeth. He had done it. He went through it without being knocked out. 

As he shakily stood on his feet, the lil' homies were patting him on the back and saying "You our cuz' now homie!" 

A lot of them were wolf howling. OG Biggs pulled him to the side and said, "Aight, lil' homie, ima teach you how to go cripin'. Lets go to the pump on Garden Street. I'm gonna lay down the cripin' rules, and how to make yo' family proud." 

"Thanks OG" 

"Call me cuz', aight?" 

Stacc nodded his head. We all began to disperse, with some of the lil' homies about to thunderdome, and Tony getting in his green '64 Impala. Stacc and Biggs got into his car, another '64, but this one blue. As they drove, Biggs taught Small Stacc how to "stack" or spell out things in gang hand signs. He taught him how to sign his rank, his set, and his name, which was Trey Oakman. Biggs suddenly jerked his head over to the other side of the street. There was a red car parked at the corner. A few Mexicans were standing near it, dressed in blue checkered over shirts, and Dodgers hats. 

"Sewer rats," said Biggs angrily. Surenos. Southsiders. 

"We'll catch 'em later," said Greyhound, a big gangster, who was sitting in the back. 

Biggs nodded,"EBK" 

"What?" asked Stacc. 

"Everybody killer," replied Greyhound.