Crossroad
And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got
love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the
Crossroad.
Krayzie:
I'll never get over what some nigga told me: "Did you
know that you're nigga, Wally, got pap pap at put in a
coffin?" No! Why my nigga took a fall? Saw my nigga
tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost
him. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never
did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in
redrum. I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me
get smoked; oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I
still got a lot to live for. But so did my nigga, my
nigga--he's gone, and all he left was his memories.
But when I die, you gon' see me. One, two, three,
Wally rest in peace, please.
Wish:
Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die,
so much pain. Even niggas in the hood is no good, put
one to your own homie's brain. And a nigga gettin'
high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some
fucked-up thangs. Now, I gotta ask God if that's the
reason my homie's gone away. And I gotta give hate to
ya gangstas out there fakin' the funk, actin' like you
got a problem, but your just too goddamned drunk. Put
down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that
shit like men, 'cause too many punks out there pumpin',
thinkin' your gat is your friend.
And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got
love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the
Crossroad.
Layzie:
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish
ruggish eyes. See the thugstas cry. And I'm askin' the
good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die.
Not another on the team with a dream that can deal
with the struggles, like you Wally. I love you to
death, but I wish you could have seen through your
troubles, and it's hard to say good-bye to another
Bone. I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a
sudden, I'm so alone. Stay strong and hold on to a
lifetime of memories. You're livin' off in my prayers.
Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares.
Just wait, and I'll be there.
Bizzy:
When I heard the word it at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh,
my Lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and
twenty-third, bled, dead to the world. How bad? And
what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool. Out
the blue, see 'cause she knew what happened to Wally,
she lost her cool. Remember my thug, when I got mo'
love. Sippin' on eight-ball, used to tell him to pass
the weed. I wish I could tell him to smoke it all. Not
my dog. The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while
ya sleep: to get where you're headed you must make a
heaven of hell and, a nigga, you'll smooth creep.
And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got
love from Bone.
My nigga just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the
Crossroad.
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