Sticks And Stones

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break flesh bone

Yet nevertheless can't none of yall touch me

Not even with a pole twelve-foot long

We beatin ya

Might as well, join us

Trust me

[flesh-n-bone]

Lately, ever since someones out followin me around

And Im feelin little danger when Im approachin

And Ive been ready, peelin you stranger

Put em on a hanger, bang mo murder

We broke in with no shame in my city

And it's time for to bail in this ?

And the people see me when Im tryin to escape

To get a breath or caught up

But can't get you gun right; slain - drop down

Will ya be found?

In the c-town, hear the buck, buck, pow

The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait in the ground

With a niggas (shadow)

How many ways (in a me say) I could put you in a daze

Quick to hit em with the gauge

Nigga, you bout to get faded

Bitch, your bloody bodys splattered all over the ground

Save yourself

? insane and it drive you crazy

Maybe my niggas willing to settle for somethin

If nothin, dumpin if you're tempted to play

Im a real true, you're a real true

And act other niggas can't groove

Gotta get em on the grind, so make the move

We gonna put this shit together forever

Lets do this, nigga

Feel it, drop a nigga, this sidekick

Stop in to get your ready-to-ride trigger; peel it

All the brothers that fly to get the enemy fried

Tonight you die

You really think that you got it?

Better break it ? , get ready to go

On this mission for the land, and Im murder em all

Roll, to try to save out souls

Chorus

[flesh-n-bone]

(thugs) be true, we stroll off in this land

And the people that be thuggin it often cleveland style

Look, me and my niggas, we strangle and theivin, now

Leavin out, prayin for the northcoast

My city behind me, watch my back

All of my niggas on the clair, show love for me

Pass the weed, (get you hype) on the corner like it was ?

Wherever I roll through the hood, givin up ? , hit the pound, stay real

Nigga where the money be, Im a be breakin, nigga

Lets ? and got chill with my bills, sellin herb with my thugs everyday

Let me show you the way we parlay

On the corner where the niggas see yay

Drugdealers and killas all day

Indeed, always roll with my hustlaz,

Tre, ii tru, and the shifters, afta maff, and ?

Niggas come and get some, hit th blunt of ?

Headed straight for the very top

Niggas crept on ah come up, and it'll never stop

To my family , I gots to give em props

Still lettin off shots to the double glock

And I crept and I came in this thug game, man

For the love of mo money

Niggas in this bitch, you gonna remain a thug, what?

Any my people still hungry

So here we swerve to the curb, hit that herb, hit that nerve

And Im down to serve and splurge

Fuck around and get burned

Ya better learn

Chorus

[flesh-n-bone]

And ever since I was a youngsta thugsta puttin it down

Always hustlin to make a way

Nigga put up with the phases, made it, went through mazes

And I got all my fuckin pay

Really want to try me, howl with the fifth dog

Pick up the sawed-off, nigga done stalked em

Make em look down the barrel, nigga pick up the shell

Off ya to hell or whatelse it costin em

Chalkin em, playa hater when ya try to put a stop to me

See it in your destiny, and we know it aint never possible

But they keep at it to try to get it next to me

Arrestin me with whip, pole,

Neck chain if you gonna bang my brain with sticks

Bricks, stones aintt strong enough to break

And shatter my bones that I swang

I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, Im a catch you gs

Niggas hang in the heart of it all with the family

When I bang, nigga please (oughta) chill with my niggas everday

? marshall don't forget no swisha, got the cheese for the trees

Or whatever you need

We can fix ya

Did you ? now

Lets take a ride

Wanna see a playa fall tonight?

Keep a ? can you run up fast

And then a nigga really lost his life

Cause I never had time for the pettiness people

Don't get me wrong

Aint the one to be takin shit personal, baby

That's my sticks and stones be the name of this song

Chrous

Sticks and stones might break flesh bone

Yet nevertheless can't none of yall touch me

Not even with a pole twelve-foot long

We beatin ya

Might as well, join us

Trust me

(trust me, trust me, trust me)