"STICKS AND STONES"
FLESH-N-BONE
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone.
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot
long.
Can't beat 'em, ya might as well, join us. Trust me.
Lately, ever since someone's out followin' me around, and I'm feelin' little
danger when I'm approachin', and I've 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 me to bail in this (?), and the people see
me when I'm tryin' to escape to get a brother caught up but can't get
your 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 on the ground with a nigga's (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 body's 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. I'm 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. Let's 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 (?), ready to go, get ready to go, on this mission
for the Land, and I'm murder 'em all, roll, to try to save our
souls.
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone.
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot
long.
Can't beat 'em, ya might as well join us. Trust me.
(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 your hype) on the corner like it was (?). Where
ever I roll through the hood, givin' up (?), hit the pound, stay real.
Nigga where the money be, I'm a be right there, nigga, let's (...?...)
and go chill with my bills, celebrate with my thugs everyday. Let
me show you the way we parlay on the corner where the niggas sell yay,
drugdealers and killas all day. Indeed, always roll with my
Hustla'z, Tre, II Tru, and the Shifters, Afta Maff, and (?).
Niggas come and get some, hit the 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? And my people still hungry. So here we swerve to
the curb, hit that herb, hit a nerve, and I'm down to serve and splurge.
Fuck around and get burned. Ya better learn.
Sticks and stones might break Flesh Bone.
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot
long.
Can't beat 'em, ya might as well join us. Trust me.
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 try to 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 what else it
costin' 'em, chalkin' a playa hater when ya try to put a stop to me. See
it in your destiny, and we know it ain't never possible, but they keep
at it to try to get it next to me, arrestin' me with whip, pole, neck
chain if your gonna bang my brain with sticks, bricks, stones ain't strong
enough to break and shatter my bones that I swang, I see ya roll with
gang, clang, yeah, Mo T-H-U-G's. Niggas hang in the "Heart of it All"
with the Family. When I bang, nigga please (oughta) chill with my niggas
everyday. (?) marshall don't forget no swisha, got the cheese for the
trees, or whatever you need. We can fix ya. Did you
(...?...) now. Let's 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. Ain't the one to be takin' shit personal, baby, that
my sticks and stones be the name of this song.
Sticks and stones won't break Flesh Bone.
Yet nevertheless can't none of y'all touch me not even with a pole twelve-foot
long.
Can't beat 'em, ya might as well join us. Trust me.
[Trust me, trust me, trust me.]
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