Crossroad (Original Mix) lyrics

by

Krayzie Bone


[Chorus]
And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone
My n*gga, 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*gga told me:
That your bigger n*gga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin
Naw, why my n*gga take a fall? We lost him trying to slang them dums, but n*gga we lost him
But damn, why did ya have to kill '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*gga ain't scared to go, but he still got a lot to live for
But so did my n*gga, my n*gga 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*gga tell me why so many of my n*ggas had to die, so much pain
Even n*ggas in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain
And a n*gga gettin' high, thinkin' back in the days when we did some f*cked 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*t 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 death, 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 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 then n*gga you'll smooth creep

[Chorus]

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