[Hook x4]
And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)
you've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My ^!$$%, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)


[Krayzie]
I'll never get over what some ^!$$% told me:
"Did you know your ^!$$% Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?"

No! Why my ^!$$% took a fall?
Saw my ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for

But so did my ^!$$%, my ^!$$%-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 ^!$$% tell me why so many my ^!$$%z had to die, so much pain
Even ^!$$%z in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain
And a ^!$$% gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some $#&@ed-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 !@#$ed drunk

Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that %#@! like men
Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend


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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 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 ^!$$%, you'll smooth creep

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