"CROSSROAD"
BONE
THUGS-N-HARMONY
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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