Hook:
And, Wally, even though youre (gone, gone, gone)
Youve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and well see you at the Crossroad)
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Ill 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 itd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum
I sit and I pray everyday: God, dont let me get smoked
Oh no, a nigga aint 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

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 homies brain
And a nigga gettin high, thinkin back, in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs
Now, I gotta ask God if thats the reason my homies gone away
And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin the funk
Actin like you got a problem, but youre 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

Hook

Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry
And Im 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 its hard to say good-bye to another...Bone
Im feelin all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, Im so alone
Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories
Youre livin off in my prayers
Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares
Just wait, and Ill be there

When I heard the word at Kerms, 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 all not my dogg
The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:
To get where youre headed you must make a heaven of hell
And then nigga, youll smooth creep

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