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) 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 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 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.
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