Stakalee

Back in the game there was a scrimping
pimping man with a money making stable
Whenever he played cards or shot craps
He left his money at the table
He was a bad luck sucker they called him Stakalee

He stole his money-making hoes from a cat named Stakadollars
Put a straight razor to his throat
He wouldn't let him scream or holler
Living in a pile of blood, that killer Stakalee

Billy Lyons was a gambling man, hustled Stak into a late night game
Billy showed a straight, Stak threw a pair
Stak said you're pulling cards out of nowhere
He shot Billy Lyons, that cold blooded Stakalee

(?) called the police
But somebody ratted him out
Could've been some pissed off player or some two-bit hustler (?)
Somebody dropped a dime on that bad-ass Stakalee

The Police cornered Stak
They dropped him with their Forty Fours
Left a trail of blood behind him, off to central lockup they go
Busted while he was bleeding, they shackled Stakalee

Stak told (?) not to raise no money
Find somebody to post his bail
She said there ain't a trick that I
wouldn't turn, to get my Stakalee out of Jail
She sold her heart and soul out for her lover Stakalee

Stak had a cell mate named Dupree
A cat Stak (?) in a bag
Dupree said Stak you better watch your back
Stak turned and he shanked his back
He should have known better than to mess with me, I'm Stakalee

When the judge heard what Stak had done
He killed a man cold dead in his cell
Looked up to heaven and said, the only place fit for you is Hell
There won't be no reprieve for you, ya too dangerous, Stakalee

When they finally head to gallows
Stak held his head up high
Twelve o'clock, they hung him. Half past one he died.
Such a mean, mean sucker that gritty old Stakalee

I told you all my little story
I sang you all my little song
'Bout all these desperate characters
Now they're all dead and gone

The undertaker made a killing off that killer Stakalee