Flesh-N-Bone - Sticks and Stones (Cleveland 1996) video free download

one of my favorite Bone tracks. laid back g-funk with that original cleveland sound

Lyrics:

[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

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

(Trust me, trust me, trust me)

[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 Bar Nun

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?

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, M O 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 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)