Sticks and Stones

Hey, it's cold out here I got a bone to pick We got a street to fix Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones Yeah, I got a point to make I got a bank to break Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah We had to pick the bones, yeah yeah They know the clique we on, yeah yeah Feeling like Vic Damone, yeah yeah Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah We here Hop out the Sprinter van We in the Motherland Made it from sticks and stones I can't depend on another man Giving a helping hand As I unravel the rubberband I'm from the corner, deep in Lithonia Living a master plan Aye yeah Thought it was easy til' I got caught in an avalanche Aye yeah Sitting on top of a tree, but I still had to branch Aye yeah Used to be starving Marvin, making my belly dance Aye yeah Used to go stand alone now I'm in another stance Alpha role, got it on Alpha role We had to learn the code Told us to never fold Yeah, we got a house to hold Thought it would never get old I had a episode Now I got faith on overload Yeah I got a bone to pick We got the streets to fix Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones Yeah, I got a point to make I got a bank to break Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah We had to pick the bones, yeah yeah They know the clique we on, yeah yeah Feeling like Vic Damone, yeah yeah Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah Back in the building They know what time it is, still on the climb you dig Oh what a feeling, I know they love the kid Front of the line you dig Life is a test, we had to pop the quiz Give me a sign, you dig Follow the yellow brick road to see the Wiz When you see me out in public, I ain't alone At least a dozen (at least) I know it's meant to be, but when I feel down I'm missing my cousin (Dre) They know we never gon' fumble, guess I'm a bumble now that we buzzing Maybe that's why they trying to throw shots at the gang all of a sudden Aye, word on the street is we making a cinemax Well, it's the truth (it is) Every little word I'm saying is bigger than facts, look at the proof Everyone's asking for sauce, feel like I'm dripping the fountain of youth Yessir, we on the attic, the ceiling, the roof Get what I got I got a bone to pick We got the streets to fix Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones Yeah, I got a point to make I got a bank to break Made it from sticks and stones Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah We had to pick the bones, yeah yeah They know the clique we on, yeah yeah Feeling like Vic Damone, yeah yeah Made it from sticks and stones, yeah yeah