Haystak Silver Spoon

[Spoken:]

Sometimes I write a record about something that’s not necessarily something I went through, but something that I had watched my people go through. And it usually goes something like this here:

[Verse 1:]

Stepped out the back of a black escalade

with a triple black suit on,

some thousand dollar shoes on

Black shades, cuz we burying a goodfella

My wife stepped out, my man popped an umbrella

Holding back tears while I sign the fucking book

Walking toward the casket, but I don’t wanna look

Had to see it for myself, I looked up and there he laid

I wasn’t overcome with sadness, I was filled full of rage

I thought about the time we’d been riding together

and how long it had been, seemed like forever

Leaned down to him, told him “Fuck You”

And just to think, you were someone that I looked up to

Guess now I know it, really is true

You love them pills more than me

Like I said, “Fuck You”

Stood up I was so mad, I could’ve flipped the fuckin’ casket over

Trying to accept that that part of my life was over

Kissed his momma on the forehead, looked into his toddler’s eyes

too young to understand the fact that his father died

He was eating them, shit, needles made him cringe

But the way my man went out, fuck, it might as well’ve been:

[Chorus:]

A flame, and a needle, and a silver spoon

My man took off and got high as the moon

Looking down at the clouds and he never came down

Til we put him in the ground, til we put him in the ground

[Verse 2:]

That man got a Ph.D, a medical degree

And the son of a bitch ain’t no better than me

He’ll kill ya kids quicker than I will

Infecting the streets with them (Pain Pills)

So many O.D. off of them O.Z.s

I mean the little homies as well as O.G.s

I’ve seen what it does cous, I’ve felt the buzz (huh)

I know he’s a doctor, and I don’t give a fuck, bruh

Kill my homie, and I’m coming back, ask Deezie

About the last [email protected]@ss bitch I smacked (bitch)

for giving one of my dudes something that he ain’t do

And if he dies don’t let it get traced back to you

My people laid in the crib three days before someone came to help ’em

And they might still be there if somebody hadn’t smelled ’em

Let me die crossing the mob, or robbing the Mexicans

But I ain’t trying to die off no mother fuckin medicine

I’ve popped the X, yeah

I’ve sniffed a line, yeah

I smoke some reefer, and I had to draw a line there

the pain pills had me from ’01 to ’04

I couldn’t feel them no more

And I wasn’t fixin’ to die of no

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

It’s a heroin type high we chase like a pipe dream

Start smokin them and it becomes a pipe dream

We lose so many of us, but it’s not enough

He nodded off, and he don’t got a pulse!

And when the damage finally gets done

Your friends argue over who’s gonna dial 9-1-1

But them the same dudes that’ll be at your funeral, carrying your casket

I can’t stand them dirty bastards

But those were the friends you chose

With allies like those, who needs foes

Yo, you let your man die

You heard your man cry

And you just stood by

And it cost him his life

I got a phone call, that he had overdosed

I hit the E.R., where he was comatose

A breathing machine, without it he’d be gone

13,000 milligrams of hydrocodone

I told him hold on, just breathe, that’s my man

If you can hear me homeboy, squeeze my hand

He ain’t squeezed it though, he just let it go

And he died with tracks in between his toes

who knew

[Repeat Chorus]

Haystak Village Idiot

‘Stak know case shells go through ‘llac doors

still I’m at the redlight like what’s up though

it’s so sickenin’, when I get demeanin’ em

and that’s not my opinion, I got victims,

crack flow watch how it cover the continent

in a room full of rappers I was always dominate

common sense got me in the spot I’m in see

confidence kept me hear y’all can’t touch me

in reality, honestly, I see whiteboy won’t respond to me or acknowledge me

that’ll put me where I ‘spose to be in ’03

God was with me, y’all couldn’t starve me

Pop a bottle, that was for R&B

that’s for anybody on it, er-body who want it

uhh!

the truth hurt don’t it

I’ll put numbers on your head like that boy on the Omen

saw me, back in Northern California

when I was comin’ up we were diein’ over Jordans

I look back, see old heads snortin’

and bloodstains, and that’s why I moved forward

woodgrain was everything even if it came

at the price of getting caught up and them blowing out your brains

ran hot, handcuffed, screwed and chopped

doin’ a bob at a redlight in front of the cops

uhh!

The truth bring pain with it

keep talking I can’t hear you for them plain engines

fact is every village got some idiots in it

they play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute

[x2]

Stak sees exactly what’s happenin’

I’ll fill this club up with sergeants and captains

way too active you think I’m actin’

I just stopped nappin’ I’ll be right back in

just in the “D” I was headin’ to Kansas

meanwhile…you was hitting your mansion

what is life if it comes at the price

of sleepless nights and the pressure of a vice

that’s the life momma birthed me into

not something the Interscope turned me into

I am what I am I ain’t tryna be

nothin’, you ain’t gotta put the tool on me

I’m the whole 10, two 5’s ten 1’s

you washed up and done that’s my opinion

unless I can light a fire in your guts

yo Em, I ain’t know you sold your nuts, homie

‘ey man for real, I’m gettin’ like kinda bored doin’ this

and if you don’t respond, I’m just like gonna use that as like validity to the fact

that you ain’t no man, and uh I’m a boss player…you feel what I’m talkin’ bout

where’d that beat go

Whiteboy I’ma showstopper a strap popper a sole product [?]

no soap opera, no doctor

no nurses or workers so buy that hearse

this could be the last verse, Stak’s worth

uhh!

so I brought agony and pain with me

I ain’t tell em nothin’ they just think they on a plain with me

till I stood up with that razor and latch

up in the cockpit, and goin’ straight in your ass

I know the Midwest hustle, tried it with no boo boo

they’ll snatch you out your car and have that right there out on Youtube

little dudes, doin’ sons representin’ you

doin’ what dude they look up to wont do

I ain’t no Insane Clown but I’m a damn fool

Jesus died for me and G’s’ll ride for me

it’s not money when dudes on the edge of they seat

they never should of gave so many points to me

I’m the underdog get these exclusives the murder dog

I’m too real for TV, too Hollywood for E

I’m the Jackie Robinson of this industry

the first WB that made them see

I was somethin’ like them and they was somethin’ like me

this is for everybody, who feel abandoned

’cause that Whiteboy fell off and left ya stranded

uhh!

(wade in the water…)

The truth bring pain with it

keep talking I can’t hear you for them plain engines

fact is every village got some idiots in it

they play themselves out, we just gotta give a minute

[x2]

Haystak Angels

[Intro:]

“Check” “Check”

If I do not make it back to the comfort of

my house, understand that was Gods will ‘n’

I’ve only lived this long because…

[Chorus:]

I’ve got angels lookin’ over me,

protectin’ me,

From people who wish death on me,

I’ve got tensions,

they constantly stressin’ me,

People who’d love to see me restin’ in peace,

But they don’t matter, Naw…

I’ve got angels lookin’ over me,

protectin’ me,

From people who wish death on me,

I’ve got tensions,

they constantly stressin’ me,

People who’d love to see me restin’ in peace,

But they don’t matter, Naw…

I’ve felt ’em around me since I was a kid,

I often wonder exactly who it is…

Is it Ernie, is it Ian, is it BoeBoe, is it Nate,

Is it, Kevin, is it Chapman, Is it Rog, is it Jay,

Is it pa, is it pops, is it pappy, is it mammy,

Is it someone from my crew, or someone from my family,

All I know is I wouldn’t have made it this far,

Without those shining stars, ‘n’ I know who they are,

What they represents my people who passed on,

Five years, it don’t even seem that long,

We made it baby,

I wish you was here with me,

Standin’ on stage with me,’n’ blowin’ this haze with me,

But it can’t be so I accept that, move forward,

To tomorrow, long live the desperado,

The big homie, the one that held it down,

Even though you underground, I can feel you above me,

Your like…

[Chorus]

Understand I’ve been blessed with the serenity,

To accept what I can’t change ’bout my enemies,

But the devil tries to corrupt me,

I ain’t no psycho, but don’t push me,

Was we, trapped in a world we thought we’d wake up from,

It seems like a dream, but it seems so real,

Was it those pills, was it those drinks,

Was it that weed, was it just me,

Is this reality, that is what we goin’ through

What you call overnight, we call overdue,

Easy way up boy, if you only knew,

I came up fucked up, from the same place as you,

Where bullets fly, ‘N’ people die,

Ambulances leave without ’em, Coroners pick ’em up,

You can buy the paper ‘n’ read about ’em,

Flip to the sports page, ‘n’ never even think about ’em,

Other people find it hard to live without ’em, Uhn..

[Chorus]

I’m the desperate souls,

Of a thousand old,

MC’s who never had an album,

Go, gold or platinum,

They just rap for them, Fans,

That know the song like the back of their han’s,

The ones that put Stak in demand,

Know that I’ll never forget y’all,

Wouldn’t be shit without y’all,

Now y’all say you the one that held me down,

Broke like a mother fucker underground,

Demo tapes, payin’ dues,

Baby food, baby shoes,

Only way I made it way by the grace of God,

So God bless my family and God bless my squad,

We can’t take no more loses, Nah,

Lose no more bosses, Nah,

What’s this I hear about some fallin’ off shit,

You think I’m really gonna retire,

I’m gonna let you wonder,

Until then just keep wishin’ for incarceration or murder,

But I’ve got a presents around, that’s why I don’t wear a vest,

Not to mention, henchmen do not aim at your chest,

Death is inevitable, something you can’t run from,

I’ll come back ‘n’ look over some ye’, some,

What…

[Chorus]

Haystak Be Strong

Haha!

If it ain’t one thing, it’s always gonna be a muthafuckin’ nother. Word to my grandaddy

I’m gonna let this beat ride for about two bars, then get back at ya

I’m on a payphone, standing in a holding cell

They took my shirt and my shoes, and I’m cold as hell

Every now and then you gotta spend the night in jail

But I know the homeboys gonna make my bail

8:30 in the morning, in front of CJC

Fuck a bunch of breakfast, take me to the weed!

I just need to blow some trees

Even if only momentary, it feels good to be free

Holding my little girl in front of the big screen

Making love to my lady–these are the big things

Spending time with my granny and blowing with Dave

Contemplating every mistake I’ve ever made

I should have sipped more lemonade and sat in the shade

That seemed so secondary to trying to get paid

And I’m only afraid of coming up short

So I’m gonna get money every day until I go back to court

[HOOK:]

Every day that I’m gone is one I won’t be gone

They can’t hold me down forever and I’m gonna be home

In no time at all, it won’t be long

I just need everybody back home to be strong

[X2]

The telephone makes my time go by so slow

The streets talk–if something happens I’m gonna know

People want to come and see me, but I tell them not to

Talking to them through that glass just breaks my heart, dude

I write a lot of letters, I get a lot of mail

People telling me they can’t wait for me to get out of jail

I miss Mikayla, I miss my girl

But I try not to think about the outside world

Talk spades and dominoes, Psalms and Proverbs

I seem to find peace in God’s word

Because he’s the only real friend that I got in here

Even with nothing, I got a lot in here

I’d be much happier if I was not in here

But hey, I could never get shot in here!

They say it’s just three hots and a cot in here

But I got half my muthafuckin squad in here

[HOOK]

They got razor wire fifteen feet high

We eat in groups of five with plastic knives

Plastic forks, plastic spoons

See our kids on Sunday afternoons

Collect call to my mama, send me a box

CDs, magazines, drawers and socks

People get the box, everybody gets locked

Phone calls, television, everything just stops

Food here’s horrible, conditions are deplorable

Grown men crying echoes through the corridors

More and more I miss my gal

The camraderie and fellowship of my pals

When I get out, I’m gonna kiss the ground

And I just can’t wait to hit the town

[?]Fat Caps,[?] Kobe Steakhouse

Just the thought makes me want to break out

[HOOK]

People ask me, if I could go back, if I could do something different, if I had the chance, what would I do?

I tell them I don’t believe in that if shit, because if my daddy was a better card player, him and my mama would still be together

All my people locked down, hold it down

Haystak Reckon

Soooooooouth Siiiiiiide! yeah yeah

Stack Mack all my people that stayed down, one love

Those who didn’t (Ha Ha)

[Verse 1]

I reckon I’m country like biscuits and gravy

Balling just picture me baby

You and me hit you so crazy

You gonna be pushing them daises

We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades

While you hustling on the block

We fishing in the Everglades

Reckon I run up in this liquor store

Pick up a fifth of that Crown

We were puffing on that herb

When y’all break it down and frown

Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in town

They used to call me JD out South slinging pound

Had to hit it then quit it, get in and get out

Lay low when you see some shit in the south

Hate on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow

So mean I’ll eat glass, wash it down with gas

Having money means nothing, I’ll wipe my ass with cash

[Chrous]

I reckon we fully prepaired

Reckon you oughta be scared

Reckon we out of control

Thinking bout platinum and gold

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now

Reckon you bitches gonna learn

You can’t keep Haystak down

I reckon we fully prepaired

Reckon you oughta be scared

Reckon we out of control

Thinking bout platinum and gold

Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn back now

Reckon you bitches gonna learn

[Verse 2]

I reckon I’m southern like fried chicken

I’ll be here till I leave yo

Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast

My people(echo) country as collard greens

Money hungry dope fiends

Go get that cheese by any means

Even if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon

Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon

I came up with cash villians

Riding right, sack dealin

We be in the back chillin (in the back, in the back)

In the back of the club

In the back of the limo

Nothing changed but the day,the date on my

Presidential

I came hard on my first

I came hard on my second

I come hard on my third

Do you reckon? I reckon

[Chrous]

[Verse 3]

I reckon we sliiiide like sports cars

Doing 130 when they clock us on the radar (car sfx)

Cops pull us over looking for rocks

Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks

You reckon you ain’t gonna find nothing but cold cash

Why don’t you gone write some tickets with yo old ass

I’m talking bad to security up in the club

You get out of line, my clique a fuck you up

They told me cowards won’t dig it

They told me haters ain’t liking it

I told them that ain’t whats on my

Mind when I’m writing it

If my people had got popped and never did fold

Knowing they been took care of it

Soon as they got parole(echo)

[Chrous]

[DJ scratches then cold end]

Haystak Big Ass Whiteboy

You seen that big ass whiteboy? Let that be the joker to start up some shit.

Bitch it’s: H-A-Y-S-T-A-K

Haystak Mak Million

But if you can’t remember all that, bitch then just call me

Big Ass White Boy

Now that you know who I am, check this out

I’m a time bomb tickin like tick, tock

I’m a 13 year old with twin glocks

I’m the streets that decide if you ball or not

I’m the rubber band around every ballers knot

I’m the judge and the jury when you fuck with me

I’m the pin in the grenade, go on pull it and see

I’m a target, everybody got a bullet for me

But I’m a tough kid and aint nobody bullyin me

I’m a battle ship, take the banana clips

I’m 150 bricks, over 5 thousand zips

I’m a fire truck, back up and let me through

I’m ecstacy, more sensational and deadly too

I’m a preminition, deja vu

I’m a human being mothafucker, just like you

I’m the sedatives you take when you need some rest

I’m the pills that you pop just to ease your stress

I’m a

Big Ass White Boy

(I’m down for whatever. We can do it when a pen and a pad, or we can do it with a strap on the street. I don’t give a fuck)

Big Ass White Boy

(I’ll have all y’all bitches hooked up to machines n shit. Sound like a bunch of dump trucks backin up, keep playin)

Now I’m a C-Dub affiliate who’s not with that silly shit

I’m brilliant, I’m Mr. Mak Million

And I’mma vent my fuckin anger till there’s nothin in the chamber

I’m the board, the booth, the mic, the pen and paper

I’m the blood and the sweat of every independant rapper

I’m the fugitive runnin, who refuses to be captured

I’m that tatoo on your neck that’ll let these bitches know

Who you are, where you’re from, every fuckin where you go

I’m that strap under the pillow, that dead bolt on the door

That voice in your head that says: Fuck em, let’s go to war!

I’m the reason that that gaurd dog is chained out back

Barkin when he sees intruders like: “Daddy, go get the mac!”

I’m breakin news

I’m a rave reveiw

I’m a rock AND a hard place. Either way, you lose!

I’m a head-on collision doin 75 (Tires screech, cars crash) Nobody survives

[Hook:]

I’m a

Big Ass White Boy

I’m the leaves on the trees

I’m the stripes on the street, c’mon

Big Ass White Boy

Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain’t nothin shakin but my god damn car keys

Big Ass White Boy

I’m the leaves on the trees

I’m the stripes on the street, c’mon

Big Ass White Boy

Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain’t nothin shakin but my god damn car keys

I’m a mad man with a maniacal mind

I’m the beginning of the end, I’m a sign of the times

I’m an anomaly, you’re no problem to me

I’m a 4 time vet, you’re a prodigy

I’m a son, a grandson, a father, and a brother

I’m paranoid, “All of you fuckers are undercover!”

Schizophrenic, you’re dealing with four people

I’m good one second and then I just turn evil

I’m a straight up cat, I hate a snake and a rat

I’m a threat to say the least, let’s just leave it at that

I’mma stand by my word type, same puffin herb type

Represent these whiteboys who livin that dub life

(Cracker) I’m a (Hoogie) I’m a (Wedo) I’m a (Devil)

I’mma kill you if you pull out that 38 special

I’m a WHITE BOY till they throw me in the ground

WHITE BOY, ha, hold me down now

Big Ass White Boy

I’m the leaves on the trees

I’m the stripes on the street, c’mon

Big Ass White Boy

Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain’t nothin shakin but my god damn car keys

Big Ass White Boy

I’m the leaves on the trees

I’m the stripes on the street, c’mon

Big Ass White Boy

Ain-Ain-Ain-Ain’t nothin shakin but my god damn car keys

Big Ass White Boy