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.