Bizzy Bone - Crossroad lyrics

[Hook - 4X] And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone) You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone) My n***a, just rest your (soul, soul, soul) (and we'll see you at the Crossroad) [Krayzie] I'll never get over what some n***a told me: "Did you know your n***a Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?" No! Why my n***a took a fall? Saw my n***a try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him But, damn, why did ya have to k** 'um? 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 n***a ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for But so did my n***a, my n***a--he gone And all that he left are his memories But when I die, you gon' see me One, two, three, Wally rest in peace [Wish] Can a n***a tell me why so many my n***as had to die, so much pain Even n***as in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain And a n***a gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some f**ed-up thangs Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that sh** like men Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend [Hook] [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 live to die Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally I love you to d**h, but I wish I 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 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 Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball Used to tell him to pa** the weed I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg 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 then n***a, you'll smooth creep [Hook]