| I’ll never get over what some nigga told me:
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| «Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?»
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| No! |
| Why my nigga took a fall?
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| Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him
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| But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?
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| I never did think it’d be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum
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| I sit and I pray everyday: God, don’t let me get smoked
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| Oh no, a nigga ain’t scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for
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| But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone
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| And all that he left are his memories
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| But when I die, you gon' see me
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| One, two, three, Wally rest in peace
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| Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain
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| Even niggas in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie’s brain
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| And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fucked-up
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| thangs
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| Now, I gotta ask God if that’s the reason my homie’s gone away
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| And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk
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| Actin' like you got a problem, but you’re just too goddamned drunk
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| Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men
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| Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes,
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| see the thugstas cry
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| And I’m askin' the good Lord «Why?» |
| and sigh, he told me we live to die
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| Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles,
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| like you Wally
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| I love you to death, but I wish I could have seen through your troubles
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| And it’s hard to say good-bye to another… Bone
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| I’m feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I’m so alone
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| Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories
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| You’re livin' off in my prayers
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| Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares
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| Just wait, and I’ll be there
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| When I heard the word at Kerm’s, Shorty said, «Oh, my Lord,»
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| Layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world
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| How bad? |
| And what about Looney, now? |
| Damn, she gon' act a fool
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| Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool
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| Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. |
| Sippin' on 8-ball
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| Used to tell him to pass the weed
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| I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg
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| The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:
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| To get where you’re headed you must make a heaven of hell
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| And then nigga, you’ll smooth creep
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad)
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| And, Wally, even though you’re (gone, gone, gone)
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| You’ve still got love from (bone, bone, bone)
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| My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)
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| (and we’ll see you at the Crossroad) |