Sticks and Stones Lyrics
| Song | Sticks and Stones |
| Artist | Flesh 'n' Bone |
| Album | T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus： | |
| 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 | |
| We beatin' ya | |
| Might as well, join us | |
| Trust me | |
| [flesh-n-bone] | |
| 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 to bail in this ? | |
| And the people see me when i'm 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 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 ?, get ready to go | |
| On this mission for the land, and i'm 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, i'm a be breakin', nigga | |
| Let's ? 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 hustla'z, | |
| 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 i'm 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 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 you gonna bang my brain with sticks | |
| Bricks, stones aint't strong enough to break | |
| And shatter my bones that i swang | |
| I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, i'm a catch you g's | |
| 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 | |
| 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'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 y'all 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) |
| Chorus: | |
| Sticks and stones might break flesh bone | |
| Yet nevertheless can' t none of y' all touch me | |
| Not even with a pole twelvefoot long | |
| We beatin' ya | |
| Might as well, join us | |
| Trust me | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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 to bail in this ? | |
| And the people see me when i' m 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 ctown, hear the buck, buck, pow | |
| The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait in 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 readytoride 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 i' m murder ' em all | |
| Roll, to try to save out souls | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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, i' m a be breakin', nigga | |
| Let' s ? 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 hustla' z, | |
| 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 i' m down to serve and splurge | |
| Fuck around and get burned | |
| Ya better learn | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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 sawedoff, 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 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 you gonna bang my brain with sticks | |
| Bricks, stones aint' t strong enough to break | |
| And shatter my bones that i swang | |
| I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, i' m a catch you g' s | |
| 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 | |
| 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' 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 y' all touch me | |
| Not even with a pole twelvefoot long | |
| We beatin' ya | |
| Might as well, join us | |
| Trust me | |
| trust me, trust me, trust me |
| Chorus: | |
| Sticks and stones might break flesh bone | |
| Yet nevertheless can' t none of y' all touch me | |
| Not even with a pole twelvefoot long | |
| We beatin' ya | |
| Might as well, join us | |
| Trust me | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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 to bail in this ? | |
| And the people see me when i' m 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 ctown, hear the buck, buck, pow | |
| The glass sounds, stop and ya oughta wait in 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 readytoride 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 i' m murder ' em all | |
| Roll, to try to save out souls | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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, i' m a be breakin', nigga | |
| Let' s ? 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 hustla' z, | |
| 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 i' m down to serve and splurge | |
| Fuck around and get burned | |
| Ya better learn | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| 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 sawedoff, 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 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 you gonna bang my brain with sticks | |
| Bricks, stones aint' t strong enough to break | |
| And shatter my bones that i swang | |
| I see ya roll with gang, clang, yeah, i' m a catch you g' s | |
| 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 | |
| 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' 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 y' all touch me | |
| Not even with a pole twelvefoot long | |
| We beatin' ya | |
| Might as well, join us | |
| Trust me | |
| trust me, trust me, trust me |
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