Crossroads - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Now tell me what you gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you
When judgment comes for you
Tell me what you gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you
'Cause it's gonna come for you
Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone, my gang, look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say
Little Lay, who loves preaching
But it's gonna get better
Can't explain why young souls die
Pour out some liquor, gotta remember
And keep your family tight right
Better get ready for the final battle
Thuggish ruggish, always, and keeps on creeping up
It's the Thug in me, gotta keep my bloody breed
Heads on the close, gotta smoke with the little 'zee
Now tell me what's happening
Not wishing bad on my pops
Pop, pop, pop
Little Lay, who loves preaching
But it's gonna get better
Can't explain why young souls die
Pour out some liquor, gotta remember
And keep your family tight right
Better get ready for the final battle
Tell me why, tell me why
Why must I live like this?
Help me understand
God's plan, it's all that's left
But still, I'm lonely and I'm feeling
Like nobody cares
I'm praying for the answer
Here, dare, nobody shared
Little Lay, who loves preaching
But it's gonna get better
Can't explain why young souls die
Pour out some liquor, gotta remember
And keep your family tight right
Better get ready for the final battle
And tell me why
Can't be helping my family, God
Bring me down, somebody do something 'bout my pain
Will I be pushing up daisies?
Bless me to the graves
'Cause nobody else will suffer like I suffer
It's really gonna be me
The mighty warrior, and I'm feeling mighty weary
Just from all the pain I've been feeling
Not gonna let it rest, until my grandaddy's a-blessing
Still feel like thugging, loving the thugs
But never gonna be the same, nigga, Flesh
Little Lay, who loves preaching
But it's gonna get better
Can't explain why young souls die
Pour out some liquor, gotta remember
And keep your family tight right
Better get ready for the final battle
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Tell me what you gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you
When judgment comes for you
Tell me what you gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you
'Cause it's gonna come for you