Lyric 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.
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.
