Krayzie Bone - Crossroad (Original Mix) lyrics

[Chorus] And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone My n***a, just rest your soul (your soul, your soul) and I'll see you at the Crossroad [Verse 1: Krayzie] I'll never get over what some n***a told me: That your bigger n***a Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin Naw, why my n***a take a fall? We lost him trying to slang them dums, but n***a we lost him But damn, why did ya have to k** 'em? I never did think it'd be one of my trus to be 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 he still got a lot to live for But so did my n***a, my n***a he gone, and all he left us was 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 of my n***as had to die, so much pain Even n***as in the hood is no good, put 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 things 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 god damn 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2: Layzie] Come and take a good look into these thuggish ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry And I'm asking 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 d**h, but I wish you could have seen through your troubles And it's hard to say goodbye to another Bone I'm feeling 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, Claire player thinking real high And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool Out the blue, seems to she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool Remember my thug when I had mo' love Sippin' on eight-ball Used to tell him to pa** 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 then n***a you'll smooth creep [Chorus]