Max B - Letter To Stack Bundles lyrics

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss': "Letter To B.I.G.".] [Intro:] Uh! What's good my n***a? 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 turnin' over in ya grave. Listenin' to flows thta n***a spit That me and you help develop And oh, I f**ed that n***a b**h; Reminisce the days in the studio - we was makin' 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? - n***az think they are when they up against Dropped the Quarantine! - All the b**hes 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. n***a 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 t**n' Puttin' together waves, we was surfin'. - n***a came burstin' Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my who*es 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 p**y ain't' money, time to get it in. n***a these b**hes come late and get ya paper, did the bid But the n***a got 8 kids Anyway! - Back to the matter at hand. - It's all the songs Everybody on Hot 9, they usin' autotunes! n***az 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 sh** Squa-Squaaad Up! - Really I'm representin', ch'eah! Representin' baby! My letter to Stack Bundles! Ch'eah! Let ya know what's goin' on! Pro'ly turnin' over in ya grave! [Bridge: Male sings (Outro in the background)] I love my family! (f**in' with' this man) I love the way that we used to be! (Got me against the ropes!) n***az is gettin' 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:] n***a ain't do one of these! Where's the dedication, where's the homage? f** him! I got you n***a! 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!