"CROSSROAD"
(Radio Edit)
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.  
My (censored), just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

Krayzie:
I'll never get over what somebody told me: "Did you know Wally drop, got pap pap at put in a coffin?"  No!  How we always take a fall:  (...?...) 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 [redrum], dead.  I sit and I pray everyday:  God, don't let me get smoked; oh no, I really ain't scared to go, but I really got a lot to live for.  But so did my real killa and he 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 somebody, anybody tell me why everybody had to die, so much pain.  Even thugs in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain.  And a thug gettin' wired, thinkin' back in the days when we did some fired-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 I think that Eight got you drunk.  Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that beef 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 (censored), 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 could deal with the struggles like you Wally and Eazy-E.  Man, I wish ya 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 learned 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.  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 Eightball, used to tell him to pass the (censored).  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 headed you must make a heaven of hell and, a (censored), you'll smooth creep.

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.  
My (censored) just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

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