Letter To Stack Bundles

(álbum: Public Domain 6: Walking The Plank - 2009)

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss': "Letter To B.I.G.".]

[Intro:]
Uh!
What's good my nigga?
Feel I write you a lil' kype!
Let you know what's going on here...
Yeah!

[Verse:]
Dear Mr. Rayquon Elliott! They knew you as Stacks. (Bundles!)
I didn't mean to call out your alias.
You pro'ly think I'm being rebellious. But that ain't the case! (no!)
You turning over in ya grave.
Listening to flows thta nigga spit
That me and you help develop
And oh, I fucked that nigga bitch;
Reminisce the days in the studio we was making hits
Can I roll with' you, crunch time
Hooks, no punchlines. Crooks, no one time.
We was all wave, look at now! (look!)
Jim only sold 10 thou!
Put his men down, they ain't have a shot,
Put a lil' arsenal together, Yung Los, Mustard and Al Pac!
How hot? Niggaz think they are when they up against
Dropped the Quarantine! All the bitches in love with' it.
See me after shows, gimme groupie love! Copped the 750-L.I. (L.I.!)
When they see me in the Coupe they love, lugie up
Copped a new crib for my wifey.
'Bout to start trial. Marty, my prosecutor, tried to knife me.
Tried to put me back in the oranges,
They want filet mignone. Cheese grits, and omelets problems just
Always had me heart in it
Told you from the jump that he's a creep! Money was just a part of it.
Nigga wanted both our styles, my hooks, your flows!
Our song! Chrissy was in the car alone
All the while! He was out at nights, eye twerking
Putting together waves, we was surfing. Nigga came bursting
Flying through the doors tryna kick my whores out on the street (damn!)
After I'm three songs deep
Now I got my own lab, two Mac Pros
Got the Digi-3 Pro Tools!
Bigga got the vocal! Bigga got the (got the...) soul food!
Chicken, macaroni with the cheese, that's my homie now Big Mook!
O.F.O.! He tried to slow me down! Told me nephew showed discipline
Pussy ain't' money, time to get it in.
Nigga these bitches come late and get ya paper, did the bid
But the nigga got 8 kids
Anyway! Back to the matter at hand. It's all the songs
Everybody on Hot 9, they using autotunes!
Niggaz is not Wavy! Gravy played the B.I.G. movie
I went to see it, woozy, moody!
And on that note! I'm 'bout to end this shit
Squa-Squaaad Up! Really I'm representing, ch'eah!

Representing baby!
My letter to Stack Bundles!
Ch'eah!
Let ya know what's going on!
Pro'ly turning over in ya grave!

[Bridge: Male sings (Outro in the background)]
I love my family! (Fucking with' this man)
I love the way that we used to be! (Got me against the ropes!)
Niggaz is getting trees
See I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel'!)
Baby you found my name. (O.F.O!)
We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. Stack baby!)
Tell me why the road turned

[Outro:]
Nigga ain't do one of these!
Where's the dedication, where's the homage?
Fuck him!
I got you nigga!
Got so many hits together dog!
So crazy...
So wavy...
Abra-cadabra!
Pen-a-tow
M.O.B. 1!
So many songs man!
Letter To Stacks
Boss Don Biggavel'!
Oww!