(It's 1993 and welcome to how things go down here in my hometown! This is just an over the top story full of violence and chaos in general, and was not really based on anything that actually happened in da M Town, so enjoy and let tha motherfucking bodies pile up dawg! I made up the gang names even though there were indeed Bloods and Crips here back in the day.)

A Broken Truce:

The Eastside Crips were a notorious group of ruthless young men and women from the Gregory Street area of Moss Point, who most definitely had some major issues with the Second Street Bloods, who claimed the west part of this already violent city, but despite a temporary truce made between them earlier in the year, by July the summer of violence began as four highly aggressive Crips executed a drive by shooting on the Frederick and Second Street corner, laying waste to three Bloods who had just been minding their own motherfucking business outside a convenience store, as the Chevy lowrider driver and his murderous homies all rolled their windows down before one of them yelled out just then.

"Yeah nigga, Eastside Crips motherfucker! Fuck tha Bloods and fuck tha goddamn truce!"

Two 9MM pistols and two 12 gauge shotguns began blowing people's brains out while also severing body parts as well, as the first surprised Blood was literally cut in half before he could grab his goddamn gat, but his two other homies fared no better as those red clothes turned an even brighter shade of crimson, until finally all three men were left an unrecognizable mess, as the masked Crips continued laughing insanely before finally peeling rubber and getting tha fuck outta dodge! Kevin Jenkins, Tony Morris, and Jamal Williams had all been loyal Blood members for several years, but even though they were still somewhat low level street soldiers without any real power or authority, there could be no doubt that some very serious retaliation would be taking place much sooner, rather than later as these proud gangbangers were left laying in massive pools of their own goddamn blood!

Motherfucking Payback:

Before the black lowrider car could even make it back to Crip hometurf, Donavan Anderson was already getting half a dozen of his Blood brothers and sisters for some much needed vengeance, because this dangerous but determined gang leader wasn't about to take this motherfucking bullshit lying down like a punk ass bitch, so with that in mind two dark red Cadillac Eldorados quickly drove several miles over to Gregory Street, then wasted no time in literally running over three Crips who'd been walking to a friend's house, as both cars began smashing into human flesh and bone, tearing helpless victims apart without the least regard to their brand new vehicles, because material possessions could always be replaced no matter what, for this was extremely personal and as the young gangstas all screamed in severe agony, the cars suddenly stopped then two male and two female Bloods exited them and began filling their already doomed enemies bodies with dozens of 9MM and .44 Magnum bullets!

"Yeah nigga, it's a motherfucking payback so fuck all Crips!"

After the enraged female finished screaming at them, dead Crips were now in many pieces as scattered body parts made it hard to identify them by name and facial recognition, but before any Crips could retaliate the six Bloods were already long gone, arriving back at their hood in record time as several police cars made their way closer to both locations of death and destruction, but if people thought that the motherfucking law would be making quick and efficient arrests, well they had another thing coming because there were also Blood and Crip police officers too, who'd been sworn to protect the general public and of course they'd assuredly do that, but when it came to gang violence it remained to be seen whether they'd step in and put an end to this broken truce for good, or simply turn and look the other way as the new gang war became even deadlier than before!