[{"id":2185355,"name":"Crossroad (LP version)","trackName":"Crossroad (LP version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Crossroad","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nBone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nNow tell me whatcha gonna do\nWhen there ain't no where to run?\n(Tell me what)\n\n(When judgment comes for you)\n(When judgment comes for you)\nAnd whatcha gonna do\nWhen there ain't no where to hide?\n(Tell me what)\nWhen judgment comes for you\n('Cause it's gonna come for you)\n\nLet's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie\nLittle Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody\nI only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay\nWhen playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say\nLil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please\nBury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me\n\nGod bless you working on a plan to Heaven\nFollow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise\nEven though the devil's all up in my face\nBut he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace\n\nFor the case to race with a chance to face the judge\nAnd I'm guessing my soul won't budge\nGrudge because there's no mercy for thugs\nOh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll\nCan I get a witness let it unfold?\nWe living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh\n\nPray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEvery day, everyday, everyday, everyday\nAnd we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nStill we laced, now follow me roll stroll\n\nWhether is tell of his Heaven\nCome let's go take a visit of people that's long gone\nDarris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo\nIt's steadily creeping up on the family\nExactly how many days we got lasting\n\nWhile you laughin' we're passing, passing away\nSo y'all go rest y'all souls\n'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads\nY'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby\n\nNow Eazy's long gone\nReally wish he would come home\nBut when it's time to die\nGotta go, bye, bye\nAll a thug could do is cry, cry\nWhy they kill my dog and man?\n\nI miss my uncle Charles y'all\nAnd he shouldn't be gone in front of his home\nWhat they did to Boo was wrong\nOh, so wrong, oh, so wrong\nGotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes\nBetter believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on\n(Lean on)\n\nHey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEveryday, everyday, everyday, everyday\nAnd we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEveryday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\n\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\n\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\nAnd I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh\nIt's I he told me we live to die\n\nWhat's up with murder y'all? See my little cousin was hung\nSomebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg\nThen Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'\nAnd Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends\nWanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do?\n\nCan somebody, anybody tell me why?\nHey, can somebody anybody tell me\nWhy we die, we die? I don't wanna die\n\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad (LP version)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Crossroad\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Now tell me whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to run?\n  (Tell me what)\n\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  And whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to hide?\n  (Tell me what)\n  When judgment comes for you\n  ('Cause it's gonna come for you)\n\n  Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie\n  Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody\n  I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay\n  When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say\n  Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please\n  Bury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me\n\n  God bless you working on a plan to Heaven\n  Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise\n  Even though the devil's all up in my face\n  But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace\n\n  For the case to race with a chance to face the judge\n  And I'm guessing my soul won't budge\n  Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs\n  Oh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll\n  Can I get a witness let it unfold?\n  We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh\n\n  Pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Every day, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll\n\n  Whether is tell of his Heaven\n  Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone\n  Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo\n  It's steadily creeping up on the family\n  Exactly how many days we got lasting\n\n  While you laughin' we're passing, passing away\n  So y'all go rest y'all souls\n  'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads\n  Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby\n\n  Now Eazy's long gone\n  Really wish he would come home\n  But when it's time to die\n  Gotta go, bye, bye\n  All a thug could do is cry, cry\n  Why they kill my dog and man?\n\n  I miss my uncle Charles y'all\n  And he shouldn't be gone in front of his home\n  What they did to Boo was wrong\n  Oh, so wrong, oh, so wrong\n  Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes\n  Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on\n  (Lean on)\n\n  Hey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  And I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh\n  It's I he told me we live to die\n\n  What's up with murder y'all? 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See my little cousin was hung\nSomebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg\nThen Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'\nAnd Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends\nWanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do?\n\nCan somebody, anybody tell me why?\nHey, can somebody anybody tell me\nWhy we die, we die? I don't wanna die\n\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad (Lp Version)\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Crossroad\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Now tell me whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to run?\n  (Tell me what)\n\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  And whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to hide?\n  (Tell me what)\n  When judgment comes for you\n  ('Cause it's gonna come for you)\n\n  Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie\n  Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody\n  I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay\n  When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say\n  Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please\n  Bury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me\n\n  God bless you working on a plan to Heaven\n  Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise\n  Even though the devil's all up in my face\n  But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace\n\n  For the case to race with a chance to face the judge\n  And I'm guessing my soul won't budge\n  Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs\n  Oh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll\n  Can I get a witness let it unfold?\n  We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh\n\n  Pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Every day, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll\n\n  Whether is tell of his Heaven\n  Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone\n  Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo\n  It's steadily creeping up on the family\n  Exactly how many days we got lasting\n\n  While you laughin' we're passing, passing away\n  So y'all go rest y'all souls\n  'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads\n  Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby\n\n  Now Eazy's long gone\n  Really wish he would come home\n  But when it's time to die\n  Gotta go, bye, bye\n  All a thug could do is cry, cry\n  Why they kill my dog and man?\n\n  I miss my uncle Charles y'all\n  And he shouldn't be gone in front of his home\n  What they did to Boo was wrong\n  Oh, so wrong, oh, so wrong\n  Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes\n  Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on\n  (Lean on)\n\n  Hey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  And I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh\n  It's I he told me we live to die\n\n  What's up with murder y'all? See my little cousin was hung\n  Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg\n  Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'\n  And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends\n  Wanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Can somebody, anybody tell me why?\n  Hey, can somebody anybody tell me\n  Why we die, we die? I don't wanna die\n\n  Ohh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n  Ohh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  ...\n"},{"id":27078837,"name":"Crossroad (LP version)","trackName":"Crossroad (LP version)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Crossroad","duration":227.8432,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nBone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nNow tell me whatcha gonna do\nWhen there ain't no where to run?\n(Tell me what)\n\n(When judgment comes for you)\n(When judgment comes for you)\nAnd whatcha gonna do\nWhen there ain't no where to hide?\n(Tell me what)\nWhen judgment comes for you\n('Cause it's gonna come for you)\n\nLet's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie\nLittle Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody\nI only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay\nWhen playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say\nLil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please\nBury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me\n\nGod bless you working on a plan to Heaven\nFollow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise\nEven though the devil's all up in my face\nBut he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace\n\nFor the case to race with a chance to face the judge\nAnd I'm guessing my soul won't budge\nGrudge because there's no mercy for thugs\nOh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll\nCan I get a witness let it unfold?\nWe living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh\n\nPray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEvery day, everyday, everyday, everyday\nAnd we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nStill we laced, now follow me roll stroll\n\nWhether is tell of his Heaven\nCome let's go take a visit of people that's long gone\nDarris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo\nIt's steadily creeping up on the family\nExactly how many days we got lasting\n\nWhile you laughin' we're passing, passing away\nSo y'all go rest y'all souls\n'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads\nY'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby\n\nNow Eazy's long gone\nReally wish he would come home\nBut when it's time to die\nGotta go, bye, bye\nAll a thug could do is cry, cry\nWhy they kill my dog and man?\n\nI miss my uncle Charles y'all\nAnd he shouldn't be gone in front of his home\nWhat they did to Boo was wrong\nOh, so wrong, oh, so wrong\nGotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes\nBetter believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on\n(Lean on)\n\nHey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEveryday, everyday, everyday, everyday\nAnd we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\nEveryday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\nAnd I'm gonna miss everybody\n\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\n\nLiving in a hateful world\nSending me straight to heaven\nThat's how we roll\nAnd I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh\nIt's I he told me we live to die\n\nWhat's up with murder y'all? See my little cousin was hung\nSomebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg\nThen Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'\nAnd Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends\nWanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do?\n\nCan somebody, anybody tell me why?\nHey, can somebody anybody tell me\nWhy we die, we die? I don't wanna die\n\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\nOhh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\nSo you won't be lonely\nSee you at the crossroads, crossroads\n...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad (LP version)\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Crossroad\n  duration_ms: 227843\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n  Now tell me whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to run?\n  (Tell me what)\n\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  (When judgment comes for you)\n  And whatcha gonna do\n  When there ain't no where to hide?\n  (Tell me what)\n  When judgment comes for you\n  ('Cause it's gonna come for you)\n\n  Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie\n  Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody\n  I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay\n  When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say\n  Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please\n  Bury me by my grand, grand and when you can, come follow me\n\n  God bless you working on a plan to Heaven\n  Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise\n  Even though the devil's all up in my face\n  But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace\n\n  For the case to race with a chance to face the judge\n  And I'm guessing my soul won't budge\n  Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs\n  Oh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll\n  Can I get a witness let it unfold?\n  We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye-oh-aye-oh\n\n  Pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Every day, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll\n\n  Whether is tell of his Heaven\n  Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone\n  Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo\n  It's steadily creeping up on the family\n  Exactly how many days we got lasting\n\n  While you laughin' we're passing, passing away\n  So y'all go rest y'all souls\n  'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads\n  Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby\n\n  Now Eazy's long gone\n  Really wish he would come home\n  But when it's time to die\n  Gotta go, bye, bye\n  All a thug could do is cry, cry\n  Why they kill my dog and man?\n\n  I miss my uncle Charles y'all\n  And he shouldn't be gone in front of his home\n  What they did to Boo was wrong\n  Oh, so wrong, oh, so wrong\n  Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when the day comes\n  Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on\n  (Lean on)\n\n  Hey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n  And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray\n  Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n  And I'm gonna miss everybody\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n\n  Living in a hateful world\n  Sending me straight to heaven\n  That's how we roll\n  And I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh\n  It's I he told me we live to die\n\n  What's up with murder y'all? See my little cousin was hung\n  Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg\n  Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'\n  And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends\n  Wanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do?\n\n  Can somebody, anybody tell me why?\n  Hey, can somebody anybody tell me\n  Why we die, we die? I don't wanna die\n\n  Ohh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n  Ohh, so wrong, ohh, wrong\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  So you won't be lonely\n  See you at the crossroads, crossroads\n  ...\n"},{"id":232346,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"The Collection Volume One","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: The Collection Volume One\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":30513390,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"BRAVO Hits Vol. 14 CD2","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: BRAVO Hits Vol. 14 CD2\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":29959280,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"BRAVO Hits 14 » CD 2","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: BRAVO Hits 14 » CD 2\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":32953304,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14 CD 2","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14 CD 2\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":31954091,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":31120485,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":264.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nputtin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nin the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\npick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\npumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nthuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" and sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\ncan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nbut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\ntwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nshe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" and sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  but I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":31562611,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nputtin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nin the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\npick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\npumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nthuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" and sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\ncan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nbut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\ntwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nshe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14\n  duration_ms: 226000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" and sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  but I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":19358716,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":223.616187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 223616\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":20840588,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs - N - Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits Vol.14","duration":228.764917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs - N - Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits Vol.14\n  duration_ms: 228765\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":20942326,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14 (CD2)","duration":209.3767499,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14 (CD2)\n  duration_ms: 209377\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":21003951,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":229.172125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 229172\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":20197505,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14 Cd 2","duration":226.408583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14 Cd 2\n  duration_ms: 226409\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":18957899,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits Vol.014","duration":209.3066624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits Vol.014\n  duration_ms: 209307\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":18888282,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Bravo Hits 14","duration":209.345306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nputtin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nin the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\npick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\npumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nthuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" and sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\ncan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nbut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\ntwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nshe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Bravo Hits 14\n  duration_ms: 209345\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" and sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  but I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":19280493,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":142.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: E 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 142000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":19080717,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"E. 1999 Eternal","duration":207.908571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nputtin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nin the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\npick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\npumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nthuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" and sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\ncan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nbut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\ntwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nshe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: E. 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 207909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" and sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  but I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (and we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"},{"id":18747194,"name":"Crossroad","trackName":"Crossroad","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"E 1999 Eternal","duration":207.908571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nI'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n\"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\nNo! Why my nigga took a fall?\nSaw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\nBut, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\nI never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\nI sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\nOh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\nBut so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\nAnd all that he left are his memories\nBut when I die, you gon' see me\nOne, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\nCan a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\nEven niggas in the hood is no good,\nPuttin one to your own homie's brain\nAnd a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\nIn the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\nNow, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\nAnd I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\nActin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\nPut down your forties,\nPick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\nCause too many punks out there\nPumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nCome and take a good look deep into these\nThuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\nAnd I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n\" And sigh, he told me we live to die\nNot another on the team with a dream that\nCan deal with the struggles, like you Wally\nI love you to death,\nBut I wish I could have seen through your troubles\nAnd it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\nI'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\nStay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\nYou're livin' off in my prayers\nGotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\nJust wait, and I'll be there\n\nWhen I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\nLayin' on the curb on a hundred and\nTwenty-third, bled, dead to the world\nHow bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\nOuta the blue, seemed to,\nShe knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\nRemember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\nUsed to tell him to pass the weed\nI wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\nThe mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\nTo get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\nAnd then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\nAnd, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\nYou've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\nMy nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n(And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\nChristopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\nBryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crossroad\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: E 1999 Eternal\n  duration_ms: 207909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  I'll never get over what some nigga told me:\n  \"Did you know your nigga Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?\"\n  No! Why my nigga took a fall?\n  Saw my nigga try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him\n  But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'um?\n  I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum\n  I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked\n  Oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for\n  But so did my nigga, my nigga--he gone\n  And all that he left are his memories\n  But when I die, you gon' see me\n  One, two, three, Wally rest in peace\n\n  Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain\n  Even niggas in the hood is no good,\n  Puttin one to your own homie's brain\n  And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back,\n  In the days when we did some fucked-up thangs\n  Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away\n  And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk\n  Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddamned drunk\n  Put down your forties,\n  Pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men\n  Cause too many punks out there\n  Pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Come and take a good look deep into these\n  Thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry\n  And I'm askin' the good Lord \"Why?\n  \" And sigh, he told me we live to die\n  Not another on the team with a dream that\n  Can deal with the struggles, like you Wally\n  I love you to death,\n  But I wish I could have seen through your troubles\n  And it's hard to say good-bye to another... Bone\n  I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone\n  Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories\n  You're livin' off in my prayers\n  Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares\n  Just wait, and I'll be there\n\n  When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, \"Oh, my Lord,\"\n  Layin' on the curb on a hundred and\n  Twenty-third, bled, dead to the world\n  How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool\n  Outa the blue, seemed to,\n  She knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool\n  Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball\n  Used to tell him to pass the weed\n  I wish I could tell him to smoke it all not my dogg\n  The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:\n  To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell\n  And then nigga, you'll smooth creep\n\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n  And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)\n  You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)\n  My nigga, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)\n  (And we'll see you at the Crossroad)\n\n  Christopher Jasper, Ronald Isley, O'kelly Isley, Marvin Isley,\n  Bryon Mc Cane, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse\n"}]