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This young dude caught a 13 hat with his gang and even smoked his own cousin, only to get backed by his other cousin. They said this like a war zone.
Chicago was stacked with shooters, but Dwey4 from Face World079 was on a different level of Cole. By December 2025, the feds unwrapped a 26-page case exposing a crew behind 13 murders, 13 hats, mass shootings, and GTA style heist. The main one behind that body count was Dwey, the top hitter accused of smoking ops, innocence, and even backdoored his own blood. He wasn't just a drill rapper chasing views. He was a certified stepper who put the belt on Woo World by himself. Cemented in the rack's royalty, he moved through the trenches as the cousin of both Lil Durk and Lil Mister. But the real nightmare starts with his third cousin, a drill rapper known in the trenches as the king of the back door. He was one of the deadliest hitters to ever walk the southside. And when their paths cross at the end of this story, witness the real crash out.
Before we start, shout out to the real ones. Keep rocking with me, gang. And put the beam on that like button. You're locked in with hood edition. And today we dive deep into the story of Dewey 4.
Before he was Dewey for, he was just not Guan Harper. Born August 25th, 2000, deep in the belly of the southside, Dwey didn't have to jump off the porch or go looking for the streets. The streets were already inside the crib. He had two big blood brothers, Chubbs and Tay. Two outstanding members from the Nine who did more than just give him a name. They showed their little brother the ropes and stamped his ticket before he even stepped foot in high school.
The real war didn't start on the block. It started at Oliver S. Wescott Elementary, deep in Faceworld territory. That school was the training ground. If you weren't rocking with the circle at Wescott, you were a target. This is where blood was signed and lines were drawn in the dirt. Dwey linked with day ones like cello 2X, turning playground friendships into a roster of hitters. Classmates became rivals overnight and schoolyard beef turned into forever smoke. Dwey wasn't a bad student, but the noise from the trenches was louder than any teacher in the classroom. While other kids were chasing sports dreams, Dwey and the Boytown crew were leveling up, moving from stealing bikes to handling the tools of the street.
By the age of 13, Dwey officially jumped off the porch. Under the wing of his brothers and the older 079 heads, he traded the classroom for the corners. It didn't take long for the petty crimes to turn into moving packs, straps, and getting his stripes as a certified member. His big brother, Chubbs, was already deep in the trenches. He ended up booked for a hat that cost him his life on the jail. Chub's real name, Deonte Harper, on May 13th, 2020 shifted the temperature at a gas station on the 8,600 block of South Hallstead. This wasn't a coincidence. It was a business trip. Paul Harris, better known as Savage from the gang STB Stone Terrace, was sitting in his whip. A dark SUV rolled up and stopped the clock. Chubs and another 079 member, Monty, hopped out and let it fly while Savage was trapped in his seat. This wasn't a random hit. In a federal plea, Chubbs admitted the work was a move to boost his rank and solidify his status in Faceworld. The streets might talk, but the feds keep the paperwork. In 2023, the FBI kicked the door and picked up Chubbs for a murder. In aid of racketeering and threatening witnesses from behind the wall for acting as the engine of violence for the 079, a judge handed Chubs a 34-year sentence to federal prison.
To understand Dwiey's mindset, you have to understand the soil he grew up in. We're talking about the history of Faceworld 079. The thing you should know is there are two face worlds, 069 and 079. Today they're in a cold war, but it wasn't always like that. Before 2010, 069 Bogus Bogus and 079 Boys Town were locked in. They were BD dominated allies, both rocking under the tray and sharing territory. But one hit changed the temperature forever.
The name Faceworld isn't just a brand. It's stamped in honor of Cornell Henderson, aka Lilace. October 17th, 2010, 15-year-old Lilace was on the sidewalk in the 2,500 block of Lithuanian Plaza Court. Two shooters ran up and closed the blinds on a kid the neighborhood called a rising star. Shell casings from two different pipes were found. The feds and the family say he had no record, but the streets saw a top tier score. The hit was allegedly carried out by Boo, a Marquette Park set that started as a block club before turning into a high-level factor in the war against bogus bogus 069. After Lilface dropped, the unity cracked. A war word started over who the real face world was. 069 started calling 079 fake world, claiming 079 only showed up to their hood for birthday parties. 079 stood their ground, claiming the southside was where Lilace really grow up and built his name. The lane split years ago. They aren't at war, but they don't rock with each other no more. 079 now moves as Nookski gang or True Block. 069 runs deep under the Bando boys umbrella with clicks like D gang and MB block 79th to 83rd then sends to Wentworth that's the box on the map they call it Faceworld 079 but the trenches know it as True Block.
The energy around here changed forever in 2014 when Tmaine Scott aka True, everyone's brother got smoked. True was a different breed. He had that rare kind of respect where he could stand on 069 or 079 and nobody would blink. He was the glue. It all went south on 82nd in Princeton. TR wasn't out here looking for a body. He was looking for a fair shake. He stepped up for a one-on-one against a member from DoD. TR stood on business and handled his hands, but the ops couldn't live with the L. They traded the fair shake for a pipe. One shot to the chest and alleging was stamped into the concrete right where he stood. True was blood to the city's heavy hitters, locked in tight with Nuski. And y'all know the tree. Nki was cousin to both Dirk and Dwey 4. After the smoke cleared, the disrespect hit a level we'd never seen. DoD went to the internet to mock the dead, torching true religion genes just to stain his name. But 079 didn't fold. They took that hurt and rebranded the whole movement. Now from 80th to Stewart, the bricks themselves carry his name, True Block.
But you can't talk about True without talking about the war with DoD, Dre Gang. That's a blood feud rooted at 68th in Michigan that's been burning since 2013. Drago aka Dre was the spark. Before he was a name on his shirt, he was a bucket boy catching a rhythm for the crowds down at the L stations.
"My name Dre. My name Dly. My name Dandre. My name man."
"That's our instruments right here. Bucket. sticks."
"Yeah."
"we started up."
A week before Christmas, the clock just stopped. Walking home from Chadam Academy, Dre got cornered, a pipe was leveled at his heart. In that cold Chicago ice, a friend slipped. An order was barked and Dre caught six as he fell. On his honor, DoD became Dre Gang that night. Facew World079 claimed that worked, but it cost him. Iman from 079 got scooped by the 12 in 2017 and booked for that body. He was handed a 47-year ticket, but the score never really settles. It just moves into the music.
Dwey put the final stamp on it on exposing me. We the ones put Dre on TV. when they see me put on TV.
Now we talk about 079 main ops WooG World. It wasn't always blood between 079 and WG World. Back in the day around 2010, the Youngans were actually brothers. They rocked with each other walking the same halls at Paul Robson and EHS. The map was messy back then. You even had little mister from Woo World posted up in the circle with 079 like it was nothing. They shared the same air even while 069 bogus bogus was already at war with the wugger.
Everything went left on Christmas Eve 2012. Jay Loud from CMBB was taken off the board and word is 069 was the ones who stood on that work. When the dust settled, 079 had to pick a side. They chose their brothers at 069 and that choice sparked a fire that's still burning in 2026. Jayla was tight with Brick Squad and Woo World. So once 079 moved with the 069, the sneak diss turned into a fullscale war. It gets deeper than that though. Word on the street is Jay Loudo was kicking it with Boo members when he fell for Facew World. That's the ultimate stain. Boo are the ones who took Little Face. The same loss that birthed the FaceWorld name in blood. That's a hate that don't ever fade.
The temperature in the city changed for good in the spring of 2014. Guju from 079, close homie to Dwey. He was only 18, standing on the 7,900 block of Vincens's, catching a vibe with his circle. Nobody saw the transition coming. Two shooters walked up and just let it lead. No words, no warning. Guju was left right there on the pavement. It was one of those moments that stops the clock. A legend gone before he even got a chance to really spark. The streets didn't have to guess who did it. Marco from 079 took to Twitter calling out Wuga World for taking his little homie. Then Bill from the nine put the final stamp on Facebook. Whole war was a game changer when they hit Guju on the nine. Since that day on the nine, Dwey 4 and the hitters haven't stopped torching Woo World. The faces change, the names change, but that score, that score stays active.
Just weeks after Guju fell, the war hit the front door. We ain't talking about a soldier. We talking about the face of the movement. Fuski from Faceworld079 and F. He was blood to Dwey, blood to Dirk. May 31st, 2014. A bright Saturday at the mall on 87th in Cottage. Ni just finished catching a vibe at the villa, walking back to his whip with the sun out and his head high. He didn't even get to turn the air on before the shadows closed in. Two shooters emerged from the crowd and just let it lead. Nooki, fueled by pure instinct, tried to floor it, tried to outrun fate, but the metal was already deep. He lost control, bouncing off two cars before his journey ended through the front window of a children's store. This wasn't his war, but it was his blood. 051. Young Money reached out to touch a legacy, catching a body for a beef inherited from Durk and Lamron. 079 and051 weren't even on the same map. But that day, the distance didn't mean a thing. For Dwey, this wasn't a name on a shirt or a post on the gram. This was family. This was Nuski.
By 2015, the trauma was collecting interest on a debt no one could pay. At only 15, Dwey blew the porch down. He was officially clocked in. When little ant from the nine got smoked, he stripped the last bit of Dwiey's childhood. Word is the wuger world allegedly stood on that work. But the trenches don't just take your brothers, they eat your soul.
Spring of 2017, the war came back for seconds. This time it touched Cello 2X. This wasn't just a member. This was a frontline soldier, a main face from Faceworld 079. He's day ones from the halls of West School, chasing dreams before they were dodging nightmares. But Cello didn't fall in a shootout or a highspeed. He got hit with the ultimate stain, the back door. He got set up by his girlfriend. The same girl who held him at night is the one who handed him to the Reaper. For Dewey, that one hit changes him forever. He started posting on Facebook with heartbroken. The city watched him grieve in real time, but they didn't see the monster being born.
By the time Dewey hit 17, he wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was a problem. The grief from Nuski, Anne, Guju, and cello had finally boiled over. December 23rd, 2018, the night before Christmas Eve. While the rest of the city was looking for peace, Dwey was looking for a target. He caught Bang from Wooorld lacking. He didn't just let it lead. He made sure that bullet stuck in Bang's head. Bang survived the initial medal, but he was a ghost in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines for two long years. He finally checked out on the exact same date in 2020. But don't get it twisted. Bang wasn't the start. By the time the clock struck midnight on 2020, Dwey was already walking with 5x on his name. Five bodies dropped. The 079 started talking loud. Ko hopped on the expose of me remix with Dwey letting the whole world know how they were playing.
"Lil Bang got shot three months ago and he still needs surgery. Backshot, face shot, head shot. Caught him where he wasn't supposed to be."
Dwey was on a mission to make Wugger World bleed for all his dead homies. And 3 months later, the price of the war went up. This time, the Reaper came for a pioneer, Lil Mister from Woo World. Lil Mister was a drill legend. The man who taught the whole world no lacking. But on March 15th, 2019, on the 7,400 block of Harvard, the legend ran out of time. He was standing in his own paint right in the heart of the wuga when a dark whip pulled up. Inside that car, his cousin. They say Tay, Dwy's big brother, was the one who stood on that work. But Dwey was the one behind the wheel, steering the fate of his own family. You heard it right. Both of them were Durk's cousin.
Mister used to kick it with the nine back in the day.
"The thing I was saying, you want to be like my cousin. You know what I'm saying? You be like dirt and all this [ __ ] I call I call blood. He feel I hit."
"I hit Huh? You said Dirt your cousin."
"Yeah. Get the out of here."
"Weed up. Shit's real."
"Whoa. Hold on, bro. We coming back."
Lil Mister caught it in the head and torso checking out at the UFC. The city wasn't shot, but the 079 was just getting started. Mooney and Spooky were in that mix, too. Making sure the job was sealed. This is the cousin war that keep the legends awake at night. Even Smirk felt the weight of it. When Durk hopped on that 300 track, he wasn't just rapping. He was looking at his own family tree when he said, "See that cousin be scaring me. That going to bury me."
By April 2019, Dwey wasn't just in the mix. He was the main shooter for the 079. He was so active and trying to catch any OP lacking. Only a month after the Lil Mister situation, he pulled a drift on four block. April 17th, on the 7,500 block of Lafayette, Dwey rolled up in a white sedan and let it fly on three people at once. Boss Dutter, a 17-year-old factor from YG/4block, caught a heater to the head. They tried to drive out the kill zone, but the damage was done. Dutter checked out at the UFC 2 hours later. The other two survived, but Dwey left his signature on that block.
By July 2019, the 079 was moving with zero friction. They were sliding on anything that breathed in Woo World territory. But on July 26th, the mission went left and the cost was something the streets couldn't pay back. Dwey and other member from the Nine were tucked in a blue SUV with Tyrone holding the steering. They were patrolling the 75th and Stewart looking for a target, looking for a sign. They saw a crowd and thought they saw the opposition. They didn't verify. They just let the switches speak. But there weren't any soldiers in that crowd. They ended up taking the lives of Chantel Grant and Andrea Starttomire. These weren't just names. They were mothers. They were the heart of mask. Mothers against senseless killings. These were the same women who stood on the corners trying to keep the kids safe from the very lead that ended up taking them out. Two mothers of four gone in a heartbeat at the corner of 75th and Stewart. They were advocates for peace, caught in the middle of a war they didn't sign up for. The feds didn't take this lightly. The indictment named Keshan Werllo and Dwey as the ones who let it lead. This wasn't just a hat on the scorecard. This was a stain on the legacy. It's one thing to score on an OP, but when you take out the mothers of the block, the energy changes. Even in the trenches, there's supposed to be a code. But that day, the code was buried along with two innocent souls.
But folks were still hungry. August 3rd, 2019. Broad daylight in the heart of Anglewood. This hit was personal because it touched a bridge builder D. Rose from Wugger World. Rose wasn't just a face. He was the glue between the Wuga and Dipset 071. He was Tyy's nephew, a man with a quiet reserve and a daughter at home. D Rose was doing what most people in the trenches don't. He was going to work. He was headed to the park district when that silver sedan crept up on Steuart. Dwey hopped out, stood over him, and put it in his head and chest. While the family was at the church burying Rose in a white casket with his favorite red hat, the 12 was outside deep with squad cars. They called it protection. The streets called it a late arrival.
By the end of that summer, Dwey was moving like a ghost. He was barely 18, walking with allegedly 5X on his name and the weight of two hoods on his back.
"Anybody that hang with face anybody that hang with MCB kind of gang, I don't know y'all. Anybody who want smoke, we free smoking."
July 2020. The heat in the city was already rising. But on the 8,000 block of Stewart, it turned into an inferno. Wugger World scored a heavy hit. They took out little Monty from 079. Monty wasn't just another name. He was Dwy's brother in arms. They grew up together, walked the halls of WCOT together, and traded bars on 1911. When Monty caught those shots to the back and head, the 079 didn't just mourn, they erased the clock. They didn't even wait 24 hours. The very next day, the getback arrived on 74th in Stewart. Donnie from Wuggle World was standing on his own main block, feeling safe when that dark whip pulled up. Flop and Dwey were in that car, and they didn't leave until the job was finished. Donnie caught it in the head and the torso checking out at the UFC in his track. No cap. Dwey let the world know the scoreboard. And for money, we got back, but we won't speak about that.
But that was just the intro. Dwey and the 079 wanted Woo World to feel the weight of their grief. A week later, Donniey's funeral was being held at Roads on 79th Street. Dwey and his crew pulled up in a Chevy Malibu and emptied the clip on the whole sidewalk. It was a war zone. 15 people hit. Lead flying everywhere. Even the 12 who were parked right there for protection caught it on camera tucking tail and moving out the way when the shots started ringing. Dwey and his big brother Tay eventually crashed the whip, but they vanished like ghosts before the cuffs could click. Even Tay admitting on Instagram that he and Dwey shot up Donniey's funeral.
"You running at that funeral you fell on your face on my son stopped tweaking."
That funeral hit was so loud the FBI had to step in. It turned a neighborhood war into a federal case. That's when the RICO talk started and the feds began monitoring every move the 079 made.
"The indictment further states that on July 21st, 2020, Harper and several co-conspirators allegedly opened gunfire at the funeral of Donald Weathersby, resulting in multiple people being injured. The indictment goes on to allege that gang leaders believe Weathersby was a member of a rival gang and targeted him in retal."
Early 2021, the city was frozen, but the heat between the 079 and the Wuga was still redot. Dwey was already up four, maybe five hats on Woo World, but he was still out here hunting for the max out. February 16th, Blae from Wuggaworld/Pimp Gang was posted up with a homie in a parked whip right outside the KFC in his own hood. They thought they were tucked, but the reaper was on foot. A shadow crept up on the passenger side and emptied the clip. Blaze, real name Dantra Johnson, caught a heater to the head and checked out right there in the seat. No hospital trip, no second chances. His homie caught one to the hand and managed to walk away, but Blaze was done. The shooters vanished into the Chicago wind. Now, the streets got a split decision on this one. Some say Tay City put that work in. But the feds, they got a different story. In that federal indictment, they got Dwey pinned as the wheelman for the mission. Whether he pulled the trigger or held the steering, one thing was clear. Dwiey's name was written in blood all over Wuga World's territory.
2021 was supposed to be the breakout. Dwey was ascending. We on Nat was blowing the speakers out and No cap part two proved he had the vision to go global. He was a talent the city hadn't seen in a minute. But in Shyra, your past is a shadow that never stops chasing you. While the views were climbing, the war was still calling. The target was Beans from the Wugger. Now Beans wasn't no bystander. He was a certified heavyweight. Back in 15, he was already trading lead with the 12, taking shots and bouncing back from the system. He was a 079 nightmare, allegedly involved in missions that hit deep in Faceworld's lineage. The end came on the 57. Beans was cruising near Hallstead when a whip pulled up alongside him. It wasn't a street corner hit. It was a highway execution. That pipe with switch on blew through the glass and beans caught a cluster of lead. He lost control, slamming into a light pole at high speed. He was rushed to Christ Medical Center, but the Reaper had already clocked him in. He was gone at 24. The feds put the puzzle together later. In the paperwork, they pinned Tay as the shooter and Dwey as the pilot.
By the fall of 2021, Dwey wasn't just active on his own block. He was playing chess with the whole map. Word on the town was Dwey started dropping locations, handing out pocket town coordinates to the No Limits. He was moving like a scout, and Little Dawn from the Pocket didn't take that lightly. The tension got so thick, they were both actively hunting, looking for that one clean window. In late October, the hunt turned into a hit. Dwey allegedly caught Lil Dawn and let about 20 shells fly. Don was lucky. He only caught two heaters to the shoulder from a 223. That's rifle lead. That's meant to sit you down for good. Don hopped on the Graham later, showing the damage and confirming the caliber. In his track, Certified, Lil Dawn made sure to mention the situation, talking about how the man who tried to put him out is already gone. When Dwey got back doorored a month later, Lil Dawn didn't hold back. He flooded the stories with mockery, exposing how Dwey was really out here coaching the ops and dropping pins for NLMB.
Dwey was a certified menace who put in so much work the streets couldn't even keep track. Everyone knew the Reaper was coming for him eventually. They just didn't expect it to come from the same car he was riding in. November 2021, Dwey was at the height of his power, but he started moving with the snakes. He linked up with Lil Fats and Lil Twan from 800 sets known for being greasier than a deep fryer. his crew would told him. Even on the IG lives, the comments were flooded. Don't trust them. They're gonna backdoor you. But Dwey didn't listen because Lil Fats was his own cousin. He thought blood was thicker than the game. He didn't know he was walking into his own funeral.
"He popped out to put some clothes on. He said, 'I'm still in the crib. I came in late as hell.'"
"They talking about 80079, man. That's my cousin, man. Chill out, man."
"They be so crazy."
"They ass be funny as hell, man."
"They be so crazy."
"Hey, you coming though, man? So, you out here?"
"Hey, I'm out here, man. I'm getting out this little cocktail right now, man."
"You know I'm going to pop out though, I ain't going to front the mood. It's hot as hell. How I feel out there? It feel good. I just told you I'm out here sweat on, man. I stop playing. You know, you know I got this though."
"I was just gonna ask you where you want your mask at, man."
"You know I got this though."
"Yeah. Yeah. It's funny as hell."
"No cap."
"And I I got a hoodie in the crib though too, gang. You already know that."
"And I just need my mask though. I ain't know it's that hot out there, gang. No joke. You know I got you know I got all you know I got all these tatto."
November 11th. It started like a Hollywood heist. Dwey and his homie Spoop from the nine scooped a Lincoln at gunpoint. Then linked with Fats and Twan from 800 to hit an armored truck at the Bank of America on 83rd. It was a total crash out. They came out with long rifles and handguns, letting the lead fly on the guards. They took the life of Leanda Harts, a 47-year-old mother just doing her job. But the mission was a mess. They didn't even get the cash. High on adrenaline and desperate, they doubled back and hit a Boost Mobile for some phones and pocket change. But the energy in the car had shifted. Greed and paranoia started filling the cabin. Around 11:30 a.m. on 87th in Sagena, the back door swung wide open. Fats and Twan, Dwiey's own blood, turned their pipes on their own crew. They executed Spook and Dwey right there in the seats. Dwey caught one to the neck. Spook was hit seven times. Fats and Twan hopped out, ran into a crib, and tried to hide the tools, even telling a witness to call 911 on the bodies outside like they weren't the ones who let it lead. 12 moved in fast. They found the phones, the rifles, and the shell casings that matched the bank hit. Fats and Twan were cuffed and hit with a Hollywoodsized indictment. Dwiey's run was over. The man who literally torched Wugga World until they had no breath left. Wagger World celebrated like they won the lottery because Dwey was the one nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Rest in peace, Dwey for him and Nuski was the biggest loss the 079 ever felt. This story was a total crash out. No regard for the cold, just senseless lead flying at crowds and innocent mothers. A permanent stain on the legacy. The wildest part, the bloodline. Lil Mister, Dwey, and 800 Fats all tied to the same tree, but ended up knocking off each other. It's a tragedy when the back doors open by your own blood. RIP to the bystanders and everyone that passed in this video. Keep your head on the swivel and stay dangerous.