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Mercy Street Gang
Chapter I
Introduction
Joe and Tits were friends for quite a long,
they wern't just friends... They were homies.
They were leading the biggest gang in the Central Los Santos,
the Mercy St. Their teritorry started of a small neighboor-hood,
a small house, a couple of people to support them, respect and other things
that they needed. They once went for a ride in the Savanna to patroll the streets
they are controlling. After 13 minutes of a peaceful patroll, they notice
some black individuals gathering up in a four...
"Ey', yo', Tits'. Cho' Look pon' deez' niggs' doun' der'."
Said Joe afterwards tapping Tito.
"Ya', Dey' don' da' Fi' Deal' Propa'. Wha' cho' wan' do'?"
As Tito finishes his sentence, Joe sits up, reaching his hands behidnd his
back, lifting up his striped jacket and revealing out a Uzi from
his trousers. Afterwards he stuffs the full magazine in the Uzi,
Reloading the firearm and smiling and rather laughing quietly in the car to Tito.
"Mhhmmm.." Responded Tito to Joe.
"Juss' keep still'..." Joe leans out of the vehicle, aiming his Uzi down the sight
at the four black individuals, pulling the trigger he releases out some bullets.
"Messin wid da Mercy st son! Gocha' ass now!"
"Die mophuka'! N shur da fuck up cho cock-sucking mopuka befo,
no cho fuckin nigga is goin to help cho ass out!"
Carried on shouting out Joe to the black individuals.
After a short while of the shoot out, all of the opponents are
eating the dirt.. sniffing the flowers from the bottom.
After that drive-by, they go for a another ride.. carrying on
doing the same thing and looking for trouble.
After they finished, they quickly comeback to their place on Mercy st to
Lay low for sometime.
Chapter II
Rolling good
After a few months of ruling the Ganton, Joe started
to have sudden attacks of his illness. The effects were that
he was coughing up blood, had headaches, stomach pain etc.
One day him, Tito and Jacob, his cousin were in his house down at Grove st.
Joe was smoking his favourite cigars, then out of nowhere he started coughing out blood
on the table. He was bending over because of the pain coming from his stomach.
Jacob and Tito were in one of the rooms, working out on the benches.
"95, 96.. Ninety..Seven, Nineety...Eiggghtt, Nineeety...Ninee..-*Very loud coughs can be heard.*"
Says Jacob, leaning over Tito working out on the Bench.
From the sudden loud coughing noise, Tito has dropped the Weights on the floor,
making a even louder noise than the coughing of Joe.
"Aargh! Fuck nigga! my hands! What the fuck was that?!" Shouted out
Tito in a very loud voice. "Shit! Its proably Joe!"
Said Jacob, running to the living room.
As they enter the living room, all they could see was Joe with his head on the coach
and blood dripping out of his mouth.
"What the fuck?! He said it is not Dangerous!!"
Yelled out Tito, running up to Joe attempting to aid him.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Joe is dead..."
"Gotta tell Roy!"
Shouted out Jacob to Tito.
As he finishes his speech, Roy comes in the house
from school with his Back-pack on.
"Ey, sup Tito have you-"
As he notices his father dead on the sofa infront of him,
he suddenly pauses his speech.
Just as he does that, he falls to the floor on his knees,
whispering some gibberish under his nose.
The tears are visible dripping from his eyes, running down his cheeks.
"What-the-fuck..."
Said Roy, running up to Joe, as he does that, Tito stops
him, holding him by the shoulders and commanding him
to go to his room.
After 15 minutes of the discussion with Jacob and Tito, Tito
walks in his room, talking to Roy.
Roy had rather long black dreads running down his shoulders and were ending up
near the upper part of his chest and a green bandana
on his forehead that he used as a bit of a hair band to stop the hair
from waving around..
. He had a goatte on his chin and a carefully
cut mustache running from his upper side of his lip running downwards and
ending up at his chin joining up with the Goatte. He had a scar
running over his beard.
"I got this from your father"
As he finishes his speech, he passes on a Mac-10
and body armor to Roy telling him to wear it.
"Wear that, you will need that. Now that your Father died,
you will take over the gang when you grow up."
"A'ight. What now Tito?"
"Now... the real shit begins."
They stand up off the bed, coming out of the bed
, going through the living room and out of the house wlking into
the Savanna and driving off.
Chapter III
Roy Kidd Turner and Son
5 Years after the death of Joe Kidd Turner...
It was 5 Am, Roy was still in bed after a hard night of helping Tito, his "Uncle"
In some work. Tito walked infront of the doors in the corridor, pushing the doors as gently as he can.
"Ey. Cho Roy nigga'.. Wake up mon'. Got somah' to do'." Said Tito in a quiet voice in order not to give Roy a heart attack.
"Shit, Tits. Y'know wha time it is mon'?" Replied Roy, sitting up on the bed.
Tito then replies.. "Don' call me Tits, lil' buoy."
"A'right Tits. O'shit." Answered them Roy.
Tito walks over to the window, pulling up the blinds in order to let throught some sunlight
There would be dust on the window, iron bars and a hole in the window, about 10cm x 7cm
most likely of it being done by a rock threw by a Mexican..
"Fuck! Nigga wh-.. O'shit.. Motherfucker' layin down propa'.."" Managed to say Uncle
before a part of the broken glass has hit Tito in his eye and the rest of them has hit his left cheek, leaving
scars. The broken glass was everywhere on the floor and partly on Uncle's face.
"Fuck you' Gringo!" Shouted one of the Mexicans from the crowd.
"Ill tell you what! Eat my fuckin bullets you little spic!" Replied Uncle loudly.
As his cheek bleeds, he picks up the old Mauser Machine-Pistol from the early 1870's, pulling the trigger and blindly
waving around the Mauser in the direction the crowd. The Mexicans had nothing else but sticks & stones.
Hitting one of the Mexicans in the ear and their feet, they quickly spread out between the houses in the alleyways
fleeing from the wrath of Uncle.
"Fuckin.. Spics..Motherfuckin' idiots." Said Uncle sorting out his
cheek, pulling out the small glass pieces. The piece that has hit his eye, has proably bounced off but still
heavily damaged his eye.
Roy was hiding by the wall waiting for Uncle to finish his deadly spectacle.
"Yo, shit uncle. y'all all good? Fix yaself a bit and lets head out to do some shit."
Roy jumped of his bed, dressing up and walking out to the living room then to the kitchen, opening the fridge
and grasping a drink called 'Frugo' tapping the bottom of the bottle and screwing the lid off after taking
a quick swig, closing it he opens up his jacket, putting it in the pocket from the inside of the jacket.
Then Uncle came in grunting just lifting up his hand to Roy, singaling him to follow him.
Roy then rushes to the doors, walking out with Tito .Near by, they have found a graffiti most likely made by the Mexican that caused Uncle some trouble."You see that?" Asked Tito. "Yeah.. Its a graffitti..." Replied Roy."Boys!" Shouted out Uncle to one of the windows on the same wall the graffitti has been made. "Sup mon'?" Leaned out one of the G's looking at the graffitti. "Holy fuck-a-moly.." Said the owner of the wall the spraypainting was made on shaking his head and leaning back in. "Fuck it.. Leaveit for him.. Lets go." Said Tito in a boring voice, walking up to Roy's car that has been
in his Generation for more than Sixty years. It was a black Chevy Impala with clean, Silver classic rims
, a black paintjob with a white & redflame coming from the front of the car. The hood was all in flame with a sport
engine sticking out of it. The flames were coming out of a skull from the front of the Chevrolet.
Roy opened the doors, jumping on the white seat made out from snake, Albino Ratler. A really rare type of snake.
As soon as you have entered the interior, you could blaintly smell the Marijuana coming from the closet built in
the dashboard on the right side of the car in the right front seat.
"Ey', Ima look if we have anymore Purple Kush Unc'." Said Roy siniffing his nose opening the closet.
"Aaha! Grandady.. Purple.. old friend." Said Roy smirking a bit while taking out some paper used to make cigarettes
laying it on the dashboard then putting the Marijuana on the paper, licking one end of the paper and rolling it up.
Tito shakes his head, grunting something then smirking a bit too. Just then he puts the key in the ignition, turning it
in order to turn on the engine. The engine turns on after the first time, leaving a loud noise of the engine and a dark
cloud coming out of the back of the car then making a small spark as soon as Uncle has put down his foot on the gas pedal.
"Ayo.. Wheres Caine?" Asked Roy. "We're goin' there now.." Replied Tito.
Chapter IV
Uncommon Suprise
They have entered Idlewood, turning left to the Motel rooms where Caine lived parking
at a empty space n the carpark exiting the Chevy Impala."Ya Sure he's in Unc'?" Asked Roy walking along with Tito. "Mhm'. In fo shure." Replied Uncle to Roy, walking up the stairs and knocking on
the doors. As soon as he knocked, there was some kind of a wierd noise. Sounded
like someone was walking on the tar roof. 7 Seconds later, Caine walked towards the edge of the roof to meet Roy & Tito. As he was on the edge, he crouched down, sitting down on the roof
with his legs beneath the roof level. " Wa'Gwan Mi Bredah." said Caine. He had a
very strong Jamaican accent, stronger than anyone's from the Gang. Maybe becauase most of the others were actually born in Los Santos and grew up and got used
to the American accent. Tito still had the Jamaican accent but he was starting to
get a American one.
"Yah see wha fi buiss goin on at tha Tattoo Parlor
yet, mon? Spics doin some shit with tha ting. y'know?" Said Caine
to them two. "Let's check that shit out then'" replied Roy, walking down the stairs
and entering the full-tuning savanna with the others.
2 Minutes later they reach the Tattoo Parlor in Idlewood, parking at the pizza
stack parking. Outside were two cars similar to a burrito or a Pony. The trio exits
the Chevy walking towards the Tattoo Parlor an entering the interior of the shop.
Inside the parlor were four mexicans and the shop owner.
One of them was having a tattoo.. 'LSUV'
Tito has recognized them in no time, those were the mexicans that
were in Ganton in the mor.ning.
Tito reached in his trousers, pulling out his Mac-10 aiming it at the Mexicans.
"Get in the fuckin' backroom! You too you little whiteboy!.. Get a move on!"
Shouted out Tito at the crowd. They responded in no time, you could see that they're shitting
their pants infront of a real G.
"Shiet Mi Brudah.. Fi what.." Said Caine to Tito as he noticed him raise his Mac-10.
"Y'all won't get it Caine." Replied Roy.
They followed the crowd into the backroom.
"You - Sit on the fuckin chair. The rest of you fuck off by the wall."
Said Tito waving the gun around at the Mexicans. They responded.
Roy reached his hands behind his back, revealing out his Colt 1911 a1
aiming it at the parlor owner. "On the fuckin floor honkey. Nice and easy or we'll do it
rough and hard. I dont give a dead fuck bout you... So think twice." Said Roy to the hostage
The owner was breathig heavily, not saying anything and dancing how the Mercy St
played. " Remeber me?" Asked Tito "Yes Sir'.." replied the Mexican
"Then keep me in your mind.." Speaks along Tito as he puts the Mac-10 to his head.
"Now say goodbye to your fucking 'friends' that won't even help you right now.
Tito moved the gun slightly back, pulling the trigger.
The bullet has hit the wall as he wannted it to.
"I have something better for you.." Said Tito reaching into his jacket, revealing out
a Shank begginig to draw on the Mexicans face as he bleeds and screams from
the awful pain. 'I fucked with Mercy Street'. Tito has wrote those words
on the Mexicans forehead. After doing the same to the others.
"Ahh.. Like your new tattoos? Now fuckin run and pray for me not to see you
again or ill give you a second tattoo. Then I will give you all a Bullet to the head. Piss off!"
Their faces were bleeding. The blood was everywhere up near the wall, on and around the table.
"What bout that Honkey?" Asked Roy " Whatever.." Replied tito.
"Goodbye!" Said Roy smiling to the owner after grabbing the gu by the front and smacking
the handle of his head knocking him out.
They then exit the parlor and go back home to chill, smoke some herb
and watch some Tv.
( I will be adding in new chapters nearly everyday or whenever I can. )
Quotes made by the players of Mta:RP:
Lumimes:
Chapter I
Introduction
Joe and Tits were friends for quite a long,
they wern't just friends... They were homies.
They were leading the biggest gang in the Central Los Santos,
the Mercy St. Their teritorry started of a small neighboor-hood,
a small house, a couple of people to support them, respect and other things
that they needed. They once went for a ride in the Savanna to patroll the streets
they are controlling. After 13 minutes of a peaceful patroll, they notice
some black individuals gathering up in a four...
"Ey', yo', Tits'. Cho' Look pon' deez' niggs' doun' der'."
Said Joe afterwards tapping Tito.
"Ya', Dey' don' da' Fi' Deal' Propa'. Wha' cho' wan' do'?"
As Tito finishes his sentence, Joe sits up, reaching his hands behidnd his
back, lifting up his striped jacket and revealing out a Uzi from
his trousers. Afterwards he stuffs the full magazine in the Uzi,
Reloading the firearm and smiling and rather laughing quietly in the car to Tito.
"Mhhmmm.." Responded Tito to Joe.
"Juss' keep still'..." Joe leans out of the vehicle, aiming his Uzi down the sight
at the four black individuals, pulling the trigger he releases out some bullets.
"Messin wid da Mercy st son! Gocha' ass now!"
"Die mophuka'! N shur da fuck up cho cock-sucking mopuka befo,
no cho fuckin nigga is goin to help cho ass out!"
Carried on shouting out Joe to the black individuals.
After a short while of the shoot out, all of the opponents are
eating the dirt.. sniffing the flowers from the bottom.
After that drive-by, they go for a another ride.. carrying on
doing the same thing and looking for trouble.
After they finished, they quickly comeback to their place on Mercy st to
Lay low for sometime.
Chapter II
Rolling good
After a few months of ruling the Ganton, Joe started
to have sudden attacks of his illness. The effects were that
he was coughing up blood, had headaches, stomach pain etc.
One day him, Tito and Jacob, his cousin were in his house down at Grove st.
Joe was smoking his favourite cigars, then out of nowhere he started coughing out blood
on the table. He was bending over because of the pain coming from his stomach.
Jacob and Tito were in one of the rooms, working out on the benches.
"95, 96.. Ninety..Seven, Nineety...Eiggghtt, Nineeety...Ninee..-*Very loud coughs can be heard.*"
Says Jacob, leaning over Tito working out on the Bench.
From the sudden loud coughing noise, Tito has dropped the Weights on the floor,
making a even louder noise than the coughing of Joe.
"Aargh! Fuck nigga! my hands! What the fuck was that?!" Shouted out
Tito in a very loud voice. "Shit! Its proably Joe!"
Said Jacob, running to the living room.
As they enter the living room, all they could see was Joe with his head on the coach
and blood dripping out of his mouth.
"What the fuck?! He said it is not Dangerous!!"
Yelled out Tito, running up to Joe attempting to aid him.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Joe is dead..."
"Gotta tell Roy!"
Shouted out Jacob to Tito.
As he finishes his speech, Roy comes in the house
from school with his Back-pack on.
"Ey, sup Tito have you-"
As he notices his father dead on the sofa infront of him,
he suddenly pauses his speech.
Just as he does that, he falls to the floor on his knees,
whispering some gibberish under his nose.
The tears are visible dripping from his eyes, running down his cheeks.
"What-the-fuck..."
Said Roy, running up to Joe, as he does that, Tito stops
him, holding him by the shoulders and commanding him
to go to his room.
After 15 minutes of the discussion with Jacob and Tito, Tito
walks in his room, talking to Roy.
Roy had rather long black dreads running down his shoulders and were ending up
near the upper part of his chest and a green bandana
on his forehead that he used as a bit of a hair band to stop the hair
from waving around..
. He had a goatte on his chin and a carefully
cut mustache running from his upper side of his lip running downwards and
ending up at his chin joining up with the Goatte. He had a scar
running over his beard.
"I got this from your father"
As he finishes his speech, he passes on a Mac-10
and body armor to Roy telling him to wear it.
"Wear that, you will need that. Now that your Father died,
you will take over the gang when you grow up."
"A'ight. What now Tito?"
"Now... the real shit begins."
They stand up off the bed, coming out of the bed
, going through the living room and out of the house wlking into
the Savanna and driving off.
Chapter III
Roy Kidd Turner and Son
5 Years after the death of Joe Kidd Turner...
It was 5 Am, Roy was still in bed after a hard night of helping Tito, his "Uncle"
In some work. Tito walked infront of the doors in the corridor, pushing the doors as gently as he can.
"Ey. Cho Roy nigga'.. Wake up mon'. Got somah' to do'." Said Tito in a quiet voice in order not to give Roy a heart attack.
"Shit, Tits. Y'know wha time it is mon'?" Replied Roy, sitting up on the bed.
Tito then replies.. "Don' call me Tits, lil' buoy."
"A'right Tits. O'shit." Answered them Roy.
Tito walks over to the window, pulling up the blinds in order to let throught some sunlight
There would be dust on the window, iron bars and a hole in the window, about 10cm x 7cm
most likely of it being done by a rock threw by a Mexican..
"Fuck! Nigga wh-.. O'shit.. Motherfucker' layin down propa'.."" Managed to say Uncle
before a part of the broken glass has hit Tito in his eye and the rest of them has hit his left cheek, leaving
scars. The broken glass was everywhere on the floor and partly on Uncle's face.
"Fuck you' Gringo!" Shouted one of the Mexicans from the crowd.
"Ill tell you what! Eat my fuckin bullets you little spic!" Replied Uncle loudly.
As his cheek bleeds, he picks up the old Mauser Machine-Pistol from the early 1870's, pulling the trigger and blindly
waving around the Mauser in the direction the crowd. The Mexicans had nothing else but sticks & stones.
Hitting one of the Mexicans in the ear and their feet, they quickly spread out between the houses in the alleyways
fleeing from the wrath of Uncle.
"Fuckin.. Spics..Motherfuckin' idiots." Said Uncle sorting out his
cheek, pulling out the small glass pieces. The piece that has hit his eye, has proably bounced off but still
heavily damaged his eye.
Roy was hiding by the wall waiting for Uncle to finish his deadly spectacle.
"Yo, shit uncle. y'all all good? Fix yaself a bit and lets head out to do some shit."
Roy jumped of his bed, dressing up and walking out to the living room then to the kitchen, opening the fridge
and grasping a drink called 'Frugo' tapping the bottom of the bottle and screwing the lid off after taking
a quick swig, closing it he opens up his jacket, putting it in the pocket from the inside of the jacket.
Then Uncle came in grunting just lifting up his hand to Roy, singaling him to follow him.
Roy then rushes to the doors, walking out with Tito .Near by, they have found a graffiti most likely made by the Mexican that caused Uncle some trouble."You see that?" Asked Tito. "Yeah.. Its a graffitti..." Replied Roy."Boys!" Shouted out Uncle to one of the windows on the same wall the graffitti has been made. "Sup mon'?" Leaned out one of the G's looking at the graffitti. "Holy fuck-a-moly.." Said the owner of the wall the spraypainting was made on shaking his head and leaning back in. "Fuck it.. Leaveit for him.. Lets go." Said Tito in a boring voice, walking up to Roy's car that has been
in his Generation for more than Sixty years. It was a black Chevy Impala with clean, Silver classic rims
, a black paintjob with a white & redflame coming from the front of the car. The hood was all in flame with a sport
engine sticking out of it. The flames were coming out of a skull from the front of the Chevrolet.
Roy opened the doors, jumping on the white seat made out from snake, Albino Ratler. A really rare type of snake.
As soon as you have entered the interior, you could blaintly smell the Marijuana coming from the closet built in
the dashboard on the right side of the car in the right front seat.
"Ey', Ima look if we have anymore Purple Kush Unc'." Said Roy siniffing his nose opening the closet.
"Aaha! Grandady.. Purple.. old friend." Said Roy smirking a bit while taking out some paper used to make cigarettes
laying it on the dashboard then putting the Marijuana on the paper, licking one end of the paper and rolling it up.
Tito shakes his head, grunting something then smirking a bit too. Just then he puts the key in the ignition, turning it
in order to turn on the engine. The engine turns on after the first time, leaving a loud noise of the engine and a dark
cloud coming out of the back of the car then making a small spark as soon as Uncle has put down his foot on the gas pedal.
"Ayo.. Wheres Caine?" Asked Roy. "We're goin' there now.." Replied Tito.
Chapter IV
Uncommon Suprise
They have entered Idlewood, turning left to the Motel rooms where Caine lived parking
at a empty space n the carpark exiting the Chevy Impala."Ya Sure he's in Unc'?" Asked Roy walking along with Tito. "Mhm'. In fo shure." Replied Uncle to Roy, walking up the stairs and knocking on
the doors. As soon as he knocked, there was some kind of a wierd noise. Sounded
like someone was walking on the tar roof. 7 Seconds later, Caine walked towards the edge of the roof to meet Roy & Tito. As he was on the edge, he crouched down, sitting down on the roof
with his legs beneath the roof level. " Wa'Gwan Mi Bredah." said Caine. He had a
very strong Jamaican accent, stronger than anyone's from the Gang. Maybe becauase most of the others were actually born in Los Santos and grew up and got used
to the American accent. Tito still had the Jamaican accent but he was starting to
get a American one.
"Yah see wha fi buiss goin on at tha Tattoo Parlor
yet, mon? Spics doin some shit with tha ting. y'know?" Said Caine
to them two. "Let's check that shit out then'" replied Roy, walking down the stairs
and entering the full-tuning savanna with the others.
2 Minutes later they reach the Tattoo Parlor in Idlewood, parking at the pizza
stack parking. Outside were two cars similar to a burrito or a Pony. The trio exits
the Chevy walking towards the Tattoo Parlor an entering the interior of the shop.
Inside the parlor were four mexicans and the shop owner.
One of them was having a tattoo.. 'LSUV'
Tito has recognized them in no time, those were the mexicans that
were in Ganton in the mor.ning.
Tito reached in his trousers, pulling out his Mac-10 aiming it at the Mexicans.
"Get in the fuckin' backroom! You too you little whiteboy!.. Get a move on!"
Shouted out Tito at the crowd. They responded in no time, you could see that they're shitting
their pants infront of a real G.
"Shiet Mi Brudah.. Fi what.." Said Caine to Tito as he noticed him raise his Mac-10.
"Y'all won't get it Caine." Replied Roy.
They followed the crowd into the backroom.
"You - Sit on the fuckin chair. The rest of you fuck off by the wall."
Said Tito waving the gun around at the Mexicans. They responded.
Roy reached his hands behind his back, revealing out his Colt 1911 a1
aiming it at the parlor owner. "On the fuckin floor honkey. Nice and easy or we'll do it
rough and hard. I dont give a dead fuck bout you... So think twice." Said Roy to the hostage
The owner was breathig heavily, not saying anything and dancing how the Mercy St
played. " Remeber me?" Asked Tito "Yes Sir'.." replied the Mexican
"Then keep me in your mind.." Speaks along Tito as he puts the Mac-10 to his head.
"Now say goodbye to your fucking 'friends' that won't even help you right now.
Tito moved the gun slightly back, pulling the trigger.
The bullet has hit the wall as he wannted it to.
"I have something better for you.." Said Tito reaching into his jacket, revealing out
a Shank begginig to draw on the Mexicans face as he bleeds and screams from
the awful pain. 'I fucked with Mercy Street'. Tito has wrote those words
on the Mexicans forehead. After doing the same to the others.
"Ahh.. Like your new tattoos? Now fuckin run and pray for me not to see you
again or ill give you a second tattoo. Then I will give you all a Bullet to the head. Piss off!"
Their faces were bleeding. The blood was everywhere up near the wall, on and around the table.
"What bout that Honkey?" Asked Roy " Whatever.." Replied tito.
"Goodbye!" Said Roy smiling to the owner after grabbing the gu by the front and smacking
the handle of his head knocking him out.
They then exit the parlor and go back home to chill, smoke some herb
and watch some Tv.
( I will be adding in new chapters nearly everyday or whenever I can. )
Quotes made by the players of Mta:RP:
Lumimes:
MadWorld :
TheWinner :
Alfredo :
Substance D :
Mimic :
Descryption of the Faction:
Mercy St is a street gang formed in Los Santos on the Mercy St #1 block in Ganton
by the founder Joe Kidd Turner with the help of his trustworthy compaions.
After Joe Kidd Turner's death due to his ileness Tito, and Caine Young took care
of tha gang and then passed it on to Kidd's son. Roy Turner.The son of Joe Kidd Turner.
The gang has been invloved in many shoot-outs, street brawls and burning down whats
against them. They have a significant way of murdering their prey's. They first stab them repeatedly as many times as they can in the stomach, slit their throats and hang them on
Obstacles which are mainly fences. They are also known for doing deadly drive-by's.
They lead the biggest drug deals in Los Santos if not the whole San Andreas. They
Mostly deal Marijuana with specific people. They don't sell the products to anyone they
see on the streets. The Mercy St is settled down in Ganton. Mostly the Grove street.
They are affilated with the Dinapoli's Family. They work together and help each
other incase they need some help or some information. Mercy St is always happy to
help the Dinapolis. Mercy St Gangbangers ride mostly foor doors.
They sometimes are lowriders like Savanna and they are mosty tuned.
Ranks;
Turner Fam'.
M13St Tru fam'
MS Poppa I - II
Original Gangsta' I-III
Gangsta' - I - II
Rasta - I- II
Thug - I - II
Fresh Thug - I - II
Freshy - I - II
Unknown - I
So.. I have thought about adding in some songs that fit with
our gang. So here.
[video=youtube;dNJ8cvRrWok]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNJ8cvRrWok[/video]
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