Come on man....
"And you can tell I as built to succeed.
And wont never fall off like Stevies beads.
Soon to be king,and peasants cant look royalty in the face,bow and kiss the ring.
Uh oh,Hovis goin and im sittin at home with my peers.
How dare this nikkas say they heir.
When I'm standing right next to the throne.
And these poems got me wearin a glow like ET when he phone.
Yeah the savior of hiphops reppin the Roc too.
Not a glitch in the matrix or deja vu.
Its got nothing to do with getting ya mind right.
Or getting in line tight,this here is divine right.
Its not in ya blood type,you gotta be of my creed,to be a gangsta and ride like bikes"
"Put ya hands in ya pockets,see that's what losin feels like
I thought about teasin you nikkas and stil might.
Cop something cute,suicide the doors.
And park it in front of ya building,just because.
If it don't sound like this he far from a star.
It don't cost 50 or better its far from a car.
Anything other than that I throw on the wrist.
If its 10 stacks or less I throw on a bytch.
That's right she deserve it.
XL magnums fit right,stuffed a whole brick by her cervix."
"nikkas is puzzy I knew I shoulda signed wit Suge.
The rap games so boring brother.
Tell Jay to hurry up and sign that deal with Warner Brothers.
So I can have somebody to spar wit.
fukk who I aimed at before,everybody a target."
RIP Stack