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Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was chillin’ at the set, feet up, sippin’ on somethin’ light when I got word — a few of our spots runnin’ dry. Bars, clubs, food joints — all outta stock. Can’t have that. Hopped in the van, cruised over to the alcohol warehouse down by the docks. The workers already knew what time it was — loaded crates of bottles, cases of top-shelf and cheap swill alike. Packed it tight, shut the doors, and peeled out. Started the route: first the bar in Jefferson, then that club out in Marina, last stop a greasy spoon in Willowfield. Each one paid me cash up front, no questions, no delays. Dropped the goods, dipped quick. No names, no noise. Just business. Smooth, clean, and profitable. Crip hustle, always in motion Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was slidin’ through LS, just ridin’ low when my phone buzzed — call from the farm crew. “Yo, the weed house packed. Time to scoop.” Say less. Whipped a quick U-turn, smashed down the highway, straight to the countryside spot. Pulled up, whole place reekin’ loud. Crates stacked high, buds trimmed and bagged. No time wasted — popped the truck bed and started loadin' it up, full to the brim. Ride was heavy as hell, but I kept it smooth, back roads only. Eyes peeled for 12. Made it back to base, homies opened the gate. We offloaded every damn bag into storage — ready to push weight when the time’s right. Green gold stackin’. Weed game locked. Crip business, always. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was coolin' at the trap when my phone lit up. Unknown number. Picked up — dude on the line soundin’ mad tight. Said some fool been smashin’ his girl, wearin’ purple, short dude, always hangin' near the old GSF base. Wanted that handled — quiet but permanent. Say less. Grabbed my duffel, tossed the rifle in, and slid into my black van. Rolled out, took the backstreets, ended up posted in an alley across from the base. Waited. Soon enough, lil' short dude in purple popped up, laughin' with some other bums. I zoomed in with my cam, snapped a shot, sent it to the client. Few seconds later — text back: “That’s him. Do it.” Pulled the rifle out, cracked the window, scoped in. Took a deep breath. POP. One clean shot — dome cracked. Fool dropped like trash. No time to hang around. Dipped out the alley, tires screechin’. Van gone, me gone. Job done. Another rat off the map. Easy money. Crip shit. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: Was chillin’ at the set, smokin’ a blunt and kickin’ it wit’ the homies when my phone buzzed. Monthly reminder popped up — “Collections Day.” Time to hit the block and get that paper. Hopped in the blue Slamvan, slid through the hood lowkey. First stop — that weak-ass burger joint on the corner. Manager already waitin’ with the envelope, scared to even make eye contact. Snatched it, kept movin’. Next was the sex shop near Market. Dude tried actin’ funny at first, so I flashed the grip in my waistband — he folded like laundry. Cash handed over, no questions. Last stop — Ammu-Nation. They know better than to play with us. Smooth pickup, no talk. Total haul? $9K clean. Drove straight back to base, dropped the stacks in the safe, added it to the crew funds. Another day, another hustle. They pay for protection — or they pay in blood. Crip business. Screenshots:

Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: I fired up the engine, tires screeching as I pulled out from base. The streets were buzzing as usual — ballers on corners, cops creeping at intersections — but I knew my route. Our hookup at Ammu-Nation didn’t wait around for nobody, and if I was late, that heat would end up in someone else's hands. I kept it lowkey, cruising through Idlewood then taking a left past the car wash, finally sliding into a back alley behind the Ammu-Nation in Willowfield. The delivery guy was already waiting, leaning against a stack of crates, cigarette in mouth, looking annoyed. “You late,” he grunted. I tossed him a duffle bag with the cash, and he popped the trunk on a beat-up Rancher. Inside — crates packed tight with heat: Tec-9s, SMGs, even a few sawed-off shotties wrapped in grease cloth. Standard load for the month. One by one, I loaded the crates into the trunk of my Primo. Heavy work, but I trusted no one else with this cargo. Once everything was in, I slammed the trunk shut, gave the delivery guy a nod, and peeled out. Didn’t go back the main roads. Took the side streets through Ganton, dipped past Grove Street, careful not to attract too much attention. A cop passed by but didn’t give me a second glance — guess today was my lucky day. Back at base, I popped the trunk and started unloading. A couple of the homies came out to help, nodding in approval as they saw the firepower. We got everything down into the stash spot — old underground room beneath the garage. Shelves lined with weapons, ammo boxes stacked to the ceiling. I made sure everything was stored clean and safe, labeled and ready for whenever the block needed to defend itself — or take some turf back. Mission complete. Lit a smoke, leaned back against the storage door, and grinned. Another clean run. Another step toward domination. Screenshots:

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Participants: CripZ RolePlay Story: I was chilling at base, not doing much—just riding the quiet, waiting for something to happen. Then my phone buzzed. It was a call from the farmhouse we’d been renting for the grow op. The voice on the other end sounded rushed. “We’re full. Like, packed. You gotta come through and clear some space.” No time to waste. I got up, grabbed what I needed, and headed out. The drive was uneventful—just trees, fields, and silence. When I got to the farmhouse, the smell hit me before I even stepped inside. They weren’t kidding. Bricks were stacked up, tight and heavy. No space left, not even on the racks. This batch was fresh, clean, and ready to move. Didn’t say much—just nodded, loaded up, and bounced. Back at base, I moved everything straight into storage. Quiet and fast. No hiccups. Got everything logged and locked away. Another clean run. Sat down afterward, lit one, and let it all settle. Just another part of the business. Screenshots:

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