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,
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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.