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 s**er they called him Stakalee
He stole his money making who*es, from a cat man sack of dollars
Put a straight razor to his throat
He wouldn't let him scream or holler
Living in a pile of blood, that k**ed Stakalee
Billy Lyons was a gambling man, also Stak until late night games
Billy showed a straight, Stak threw a (?)
Stak said you're pulling cards out of nowhere
He shot Billy Lyons, that cold blooded Stakalee
Billy went and called the police
But somebody ran him out
(?) player or some stupid hustler where Billy shot
Somebody dropped it down on that (?) Stakalee
The Police cornered Stak
They dropped him with their Forty Four
Left a trail of blood behind him, off the central like a big O
And while he was bleeding, they shackled Stakalee
Stak told I went to raise some money
Like somebody is supposed to be
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 self made name to (?)
The cat Stak (?) in a bag
Free said stak you better watch your back
Stak turned in his (?) to say
He should have known better than to mess with me, I'm Stakalee
When the judge heard what Stak had done
He k**ed a man cold dead in a (?)
Looked up to heaven and said, The only place fit for you is Hell
There will be no reprieve for you get too dangerous, Stakalee
When they finally head to gallows
Stak held his head up high
Throw a (?) behind him as fast as he died
Such a mean mean s**er 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
(?) that k**er Stakalee