Philly Bred with Detriot tread, thats putting the life of a Ligambi simply. Growing up Philadelphia this life was all you knew if you was a young Italian man. Running around the streets with my brother watching all the wiseguys walk down the streets like local hero's in their expensive suites and fancy cars was so appealing to most but me, I was always the logical kind and I knew these men wouldnt be who they were if they was clean. As I gotten older into my late teens and early twenties I saw my own brother getting involved and even helped him on small job's such as unloading booze shipments to making the collection runs would pretty much determine your fate.  It took me some time before fully dedicating myself to the life, for what ever reason i fought against what was so natural for me to be doing.

In that time I watched my brother Joseph rise amongst the ranks and eventually sent out to Detriot to operate his own crew. I stayed in Philly for a few years still chasing that honest life style while my brother was out there doing his thing making quite the name for himself. Hearing that Joe had become one of the most respected men in the life that shaped us was an honor knowing that people would hear the Ligambi name and it commanded a certain sort of respect. Life changed for me in Philly, every where I went people stepped aside or my friends that were wise guys would offer me to do more jobs for them. That chase of the honest life I tried to maintain in the mix of doing odd jobs for the Philly crews all changed for me when my brother ringed me from Detriot saying he needs someone he can absolutely trust in Detroit with him. Blood is absolutely thicker than water and my brother knew I would take a bullet for him as he would for me so Detriot was where I was heading.

Once in Detroit Joe put me straight to work. I had the Ligambi name but he still needed me to prove myself not just to him but to the others that were with Joe and helped him build since he came to Detriot. It took some time to do but when the day came for me to really prove myself it came in the request of a hit on another mafioso. It was a unexplainable feeling having your older brother ask you to kill someone but I had come this far and made Detriot my home I'm not turning back now. Seeing the man I was to kill that night took nothing out of me to pull the trigger, my vains were ice cold with no emotions towards him. Killing that gangster made me decide the only people to feel that type of wrath would be in this thing of ours, gangsters have to have a code to survive.

Aftering proving myself to Joe I knew that I carried the Ligambi name with the respect it deserved. So much so that I worked my way up to having my own crews in L.A. for a time while Joe was testing the Vegas strip. We both had decided that Detriot was our real home though.

Once comfortably back in Detriot I was my brothers most trusted official even taking the reigns of the Ligambi Family and its crews all over the city for a time while my brother was ill. It was a huge honor to be able to live up to the Ligambi name. Once Joe was back up on his feet he built something that impressed even highest of Godfathers with claiming all of Detroit and even parts of Chicago. It was surely a time to be alive then. A stretch of time that will be remembered by those who lived it.

Now a days people know what the Ligambi name is and can be but Joe and I are just a couple of wise old men helping guide the future of the Ligambi name with our baby brother Kenny coming out to Detriot to be apart of the motor city lifestyle along with our nephew Vincent "Little Vinny" Ligambi. It's been a pretty great life so far growing up a Ligambi.