'Stack Bundles was killed early Monday morning (June 11) in his hometown of Far Rockaway in the New York City borough of Queens. He was 24. Police said that the rapper was shot in the head and neck as he entered his apartment building. The shooter or shooters fled, The New York Times reports, and no arrests have yet been made. Authorities said the case remains under investigation. DJ Envy at New York radio station Hot 97 announced on the air Monday morning that Stack had been shot to death. Envy also reported that Stack was seen at New York nightclub Stereo as late as 4:30 a.m. on Monday... One of the saddest things to fans mourning the loss of Stack Bundles is that the shining underground-hip-hop crowd-pleaser wasn’t able to realize his potential as a mainstream great. On Monday morning (June 18), as people walked down Linden Boulevard on the way to the J. Foster Phillips Funeral Home, “barbershop talk” spilled over into the streets, including memories of how nice Stack was on the mic and how he should’ve been talked about in the same breath as rap’s current household names — not as another MC to be mourned. “He was like a Jay, 50 and Nas rolled into one,” one man, sitting on the roof of a Ford Explorer, said to his friend... In the casket, Stack wore a red T-shirt, sunglasses and jeans. Outside, “R.I.P. Stack Bundles” was painted on all types of tees, while others were decorated with pictures of Bundles. “He looked like himself, they really did him right,” one woman who said she is Stack’s cousin, said to another after the viewing. Several dozen people were lined up in front of the funeral home to get in, while a couple of dozen more stayed across the street, looking on and playing music. Meanwhile, most of the family and friends had to weather getting through a back entrance that was just as jammed. It was at times very chaotic getting in — the place was packed so tight, in fact, that the front door had to be closed off.'
'Stack Bundles is dead. Early this morning, he was shot and killed outside his house in Far Rockaway, Queens. Earlier in the night, he'd been at the Stereo nightclub with friends. Beyond that, no one seems to know much of anything about the murder: who did it, why they did it, whether it has anything to do with music, whether it has anything to do with anything else. We might never know, especially if the violent deaths of rappers in the past are any indication. Before this morning, Bundles was a journeyman mixtape rapper. There are a lot of guys like him in the city: people working hard to be heard, guys better known for their hunger and their hustle than for any actual songs they'd recorded, whose faces show up on mixtape DVDs a lot more often than they turn up on BET. For guys like Stack Bundles, a frustration with the music industry becomes an ingrained part of their persona early on, and that frustration keeps fulfilling itself. Stack Bundles never released an album, but he did release a best-of mixtape, and Carmelo Anthony hosted it. People who buy rap mixtapes in New York heard his name pretty often, but that name barely ever made it outside those circles. Bundles' chief aesthetic asset was his voice, a hoarse, grainy bark. If he ever recorded an introspective track, I didn't hear it. More than anything else, he projected a sense of urgency; he talked about making money like he never had time to think about much else. He sounded hard as fuck screaming death threats over small and tinny beats, which basically means he sounded like a mixtape rapper. He never sounded like anything else, and maybe that's because he never had a chance to be anything else. Mixtape rappers sign with major labels sometimes, but those label deals never guarantee that they'll ever get chances to release actual albums, to make good on their potential. Saigon and Papoose, once the biggest names on New York's mixtape circuit, have both had major-label contracts for more than a year, and neither one of them seems to be any closer to releasing any major-label music... If you listen to a few Stack Bundles tracks, especially the more recent ones, you'll hear a lot of variations on the same thing: "I'm still in Far Rock." Even as his profile grew, he stayed in the neighborhood where he grew up.'
"On the day Byrd Gang rapper Stack Bundles was buried, his alleged killer was found dead in his bed with a pillow over his face and two gun shots to the head."
'The murder of a man in Springfield Gardens yesterday may be connected with the ambush killing of a popular rapper last week in Far Rockaway, police sources said. Charles White, 20, an aspiring rapper, was killed execution-style in a house on 176th St. in Queens about 12:20 a.m., cops said. He was found dead on a sofa with a pillow over his head and two bullet wounds behind his ear and a leg wound, a source said. Cops say White's murder may be in retaliation for the death of up-and-coming rapper Rayquon Elliott, 24, known as Stack Bundles, who was shot dead in the lobby of his Far Rockaway residence on June 11, another police source said. Cops suspect White may have gone to Virginia, where he lived, right after the Elliott murder, but returned to New York last Saturday with friend Kelvin Brown, 27, who had just left the home when White was shot, sources said. After hearing the shots, Brown ran back into the home and called police, cops said. Neighbors on the normally quiet street expressed shock that a shooting occurred in the vacant house. It has been up for sale by the owners, Green Team Realty, for several months, according to a woman who answered the phone at the real estate company. One neighbor, who didn't want to give his name, saw three men on the stoop of the home Sunday night. "One of them said Happy Father's Day to me," said the neighbor, 71, who described the men as "young and very polite and nice." The scene of the shooting is directly across the street from the Friendship Baptist Church. "Everything happens according to the company you keep," said the church's pastor, Deacon Garrett Turley, 53. No arrests have been made. The investigation is continuing, cops said.'