JFK - 100 Stacks lyrics

Yea A 1-2 a 1-2 Here we go Check it out It was a crime to rhyme, so funny to some rappers Spittin, tryna collect that bill, money and sums Revolving a gun, them problems come Call the party, someone's son Damn you guys were both so young Where I'm from you catch the whole case Autopsy photos in your cell, seen his whole face No you ain't got no day all because life's probay Under one now, tryna catch that cold case sh** got real, now you feelin goofy In the club hanging with Puki, listen Dooky Life is spooky, that molly turn to cooky Think you're Bruce Lee, find yourself and lose teeth, what's beef Here today, gone today where I play Yea that song play Amazing Grace, yea that's what I call a long day Hey we go this, I pursue it Get down with ODB, become an opportunist, word to the truest Yea, first you owe me now you don't know me Yea, fallacy, yea the fake and phony For a 6 k** a Joe, a n***a joke on it Word to DZA, yea my Harlem crowning Yes, the daddy mac macaroni On the Macintosh, medium lady matrimony Funked on me, watch the world, I hose on it And reflect on life lessons my granny told me Totally toughed out, supposed to be on it In the precinct yelling, telling the whole story Yea, raiders of the lost ark found glory In the open territory to teleport me Hah, taking notes to the testimony Seein' Tony tote Tony Black California Homie seen me, deed me and I see it counts Have been withdrawn, n***a don't leave me out