It was a cold, raining morning but that wasnt going to stop the crew from hunting down Big Rob. He had caused them some problems in the past and now he had shot one of their boys. Everyone who knew anything about the Born Gangsters knew that Big Rob had signed his death certificate the day he shot D. It was a good day for the Born Gangsters. Everything had finally paid off after all the years of lock downs, police drama and killings. J, G, B and D had come a long, long way. They started out just selling weed and graduated to crack. J had drawn up an Oath that all of them signed when they were just teenagers. They all vowed to uphold everything they swore to in the contract and believe me they did. Everyone knew that if you had beef with one of the Born Gangster, you had beef with all of them. And when they came for someone, they came with full force and NO mercy. There was nothing they wouldnt do for each other; and no one they wouldnt take out for one another. They had a bond that was incorruptible. No women, child or family could turn these boys against one another. They were family. They were Born Gangsters to the end.