Avon Nutsdale and Spanky Bell had been at the stash house all morning, coordinating the re-ups, strategizin’ about how to get the Greek back after that last shitty G-pack his peoples tried to pass off, and the good ol’ days when they were still living in the towers, just a couple of green baby hoppers with big dreams. But then they heard a knock at the door… The fuck was that? Nobody knew about this stash spot.
“Yo, grab your chrome,” Spanky Bell advised quietly to Nutsdale, “This shit don’t feel right. Get low, get on your burner and crew-up, I got this.”