And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)

You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)

[Krayzie]
I´ll never get over what some nigga told me:
"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?"
No! Why my nigga took a fall?
Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him

But, damn, why did ya have to kill ´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 nigga ain´t scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for
But so did my nigga, my nigga--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 nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain
Even niggas in the hood is no good, puttin 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 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 shit like men
Cause too many punks out there pumpin´, thinkin´ your gat is your friend

And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´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 live 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 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 pass 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 nigga, you´ll smooth creep

And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)
And, Wally, even though you´re (gone, gone, gone)
You´ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we´ll see you at the Crossroad)