069 Bama Ave Bricksquad

069 Brick Squad

Brick Squad, is a faction of the famous criminal street gang ‘Gangster Disciples’. This faction of the GDs was located on the street of 69th and Eggleston in Chicago. After the death of Trevor’s friend Joseph Coleman, the Chicago rapper, Trevor tried to take revenge on a man who was involved, Tavares Taylor. The attack failed, but the police was after Trevor, and had arrested him. Trevor went in jail for two years, his lawyer Saul Goodman spoke him free. Trevor’s parents were done with the shit he got them into, and kicked him out their house. Trevor moved to Los Santos, where he bought a small house in the ghetto’s of Jefferson, on Bama Ave. Trevor was only eighteen, when he moved there.

Sonny (Junior)

It was a sunny day when Trevor was playing basketball up at the court with some other people from the neighborhood. “Eyo, pass the ball Luke!”, Trevor catches the pass from Luke and tries to dunk, and succeeds. Loud cheers can be heard, and some grunts, coming from the opponent’s side of course.

After an exciting but exhausting game of basketball, Trevor is cooling down. He is leaning against the basket, smoking a cigarette. A younger man, from around 17 years old, approaches Trevor. “Good play, brother.”, said the younger man. He introduces himself as Junior. This is the beginning, of Bama Ave Bricksquad.

Once a GD, always a GD?

There they are, cooling at the courts. The whole ‘clique’ is there, they ain’t repping/banging yet, they are here still just good friends and mind their own thing. “Eyo, Trev'. Why did you move to Los Santos?”, asks one of the group – Luke. Trevor’s facial expression slowly changes, he is pushing his eyebrows together as he lets out a silent sigh, and speaks. Trevor tells everything...

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... the leader of BAB-Squad, Trevor Stacks – has moved to Los Santos aswell, to support his brother in what he does. Fredo brought them a large supply of marijuana, acid and crack. This is what they had to sell on the corner’s. They all about paper, boy.

One evening, the whole clique was a little drunk and high on weed, when suddenly Fredo began to rap. Luke brought in a beat, and there they we’re sitting – like Doug-E and Slick Rick, like A Tribe Called Quest, rapping oldschool on a manmade beat and rhytm. After a full hour of dropping mad barz, Trevor came with an idea. “Why don’t we start a record lable with the money we get from that slangin’?”. The whole group agreed to this suggestion, and that’s where ‘Bama Ave Records’ came from. They hired a small apartment on the corner of Bama Ave, and built it into a recording studio. Bama Ave Brimsquad was ready for action.