“When I need some pusseh, I play some slowjams for the ladies. It helps me get way down in the ho’, heh heh, you know what I’m talking ‘bout.” -Spanky
Nutkins brought family in to his crew. But sometimes, as a boss, you got to school them- family or not. They not comfortable with owning some bodies? They don’t wanna be in the game? They wanna be a citizen?? Then they can get the fuck out.
High out of his head after busting into the package of herron he was supposed to sling, Nutkins debates whether he should get on his burner to order a re-up, or if he should crown himself king of the floor pancake kingdom.
Soldiers in the Nutkins organization resort to some shameful shit when it’s time to collect cheese. These new crews- they play the game differently now. Ain’t no time for a par-lay or a meet. They get right down to punishment. Nobody in the citteh is gonna mess or step-up now- Nutkins and his crew done brought the fear of god into folks.
Co-dependent junkies Nutkins and Spanky, tripping balls out in the open in Catsterdam. No cops ‘round these parts, see? The po-pos are turnin a blind eye, it’s all good.
Nutkins found some wires near his meet spot. Fuckin po-po. That explains the stash house raid. He thought one of his hoppers was snitchin’. He’s gonna have to buy that hopper some lake trout and make it up to him.
Ain’t no shame in loving one of your own kind, kittehs. None of this down-low business, keep that shit all above ground, ya heard? Haters gonna hate? Fuck ‘em!
Since the po-po shut down Catsterdam, Nutkins and Spanky have been squatting in a cardboard shack not far from the towers. As long as they stay tight, keep up on their meetings and sponsors, they’ll be alright. They’ll be fly ballin’ in no time.
“Th’ fuck is this I’m tasting? Forget the re-up, it’s time to get a new Connect. If the Greek has a problem with that, then bring muscle, fuck him up, and tell him we don’t pay top cheese for a weak package. This shit tastes like baby powder.” -Nutkins
Nutkins doesn’t know that Spanky laced his blunt with some blue WMD poison dust. Nutkins is about to get SUPER HIGH, higher than high, and then dead. Nutkins is gonna get got by a big, blue blunt.
Spanky laughed after jumping some thugs from the Nutkins crew, stealing their g-pack money. Spanky laughed more when he heard there was a bounty on his head. Bounty: 1 , Spanky: 0.
Nutkins spied one of his hoppers leading the po-po right to his stash house. Shorty decided to be a bitch instead of keeping his mouth shut and carrying weight for the family. Nutkins is gonna have to send a message to anyone in his crew who wants to talk to po-po: “A kitteh who tells on another kitteh is a dead kitteh.” Believe that.
Nutkins, high on his own package of chronic pink octopus, loses his shit and takes to the streets, shouting about wanting to “eat brains.”
Sometimes, when shit gets too heavy, Nutkins fiends on some red tops to numb the pain. Nutkins is getting played by his own package. He thinks he’s got God’s ear.
Just goes to show, some pussies ain’t long for the game.
Nutkins and Spanky are holding a meeting, trying to school the young hoppers about carrying weight for the family at Jessup. Yeah, it’s a few years here and there, but they can earn a nice bump while they’re in. Plus, the Spanky Organization has suction in City Hall, prolly get ‘em out in no time.
