Back Seat Heat

On Dec. 20, Marcus Butler was cruising along Georgia Avenue in his blue Cadillac with tinted windows when he was stopped for a fairly routine violation: expired plates. When officers discovered he didn’t have a valid driver’s license, Butler, 21, was arrested. But the more startling finding was yet to come.
Upon searching the car, officers recovered an AK-47 and a magazine loaded with 18 rounds in his back seat. This assault rife has a notorious rep. In Russia, it’s celebrated as the weapon that solidified the Soviet Empire’s mid-century military might. Stateside, it was the gun used in the recent Nebraska mall murder rampage. But, here in the District—gun ban and all—it’s a rare find.
“You don’t find them often, like the 9 mm,” says Third District Commander Larry McCoy. “I’d be surprised if we got more than four in my district this year.”
Butler is no longer in police custody, but his AK-47 is.
“We’ll run a ballistic check. If any shell casings in other scenes come back to that gun than obviously, [investigators will] be taking a hard look at him,” says McCoy.


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December 28th, 2007 at 6:34 pm
That is some serious shit. I am sure he wasn’t planning on going duck hunting.
January 4th, 2008 at 9:39 am
Job well done for the officer(s) who caught made that arrest.
October 17th, 2008 at 10:16 am
thats some fucked up shit them officers did that nigga will blow yall fuckin spot up im coming for that officer that arrested my mans you better watch out cause we coming wit choppas for yall butch asses [Z-Ro]
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I’m just trying to survive hoe, and feed my family
And I ain’t killed nobody, but still rough is how they handle me
I ride one deep, suspended license and all
My middle finger out the window, screaming fuck the law
I know what you protect and serve, not a god damn thang
But give a nigga five years, for lessing the crowd mayn
They got to feel me Devin, tell me why they do us that way
The got me searching for the doja, in a newbie ass tre
So I can cope with it, not trying to travel up and smoke with it
My kinfolk in the maximum security, for no bidness
Sick of I’m missing you, so here’s what I’m fin to do
Buy me hunting for badges, fuck a ditch I’ma dig a few
The odds are against us, because we black
So keep your heat in a stash spot, and always be strapped
[Hook]
Mr. officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
We been living hard, so it won’t be soft for ya
Fiending to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
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We been struggling to make it, in America too long
All we wanna do is live our life, and be left alone
[Z-Ro]
Illegal search 45 minutes, what the fuck you looking for
I roll on 24’s, so the Dopeman is what they get me for
And that’s a shame, a nigga can’t ride nice
Without getting harassed, and facing 25 to life
I wish I could make a citizen’s arrest
Knock the busters in the hole, and blow the badges up off of they chest
Controlled substance on the ground, and it just had to be mine
Fucking with me about weed, and they look blacker than mine
Six months
FUCK THE FEDS,FUCK ALL YALL