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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.

krayzie:
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.

wish:
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.

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 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.

bizzy:
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.