Layzie: It’s all about mo trues humbly united gathering souls. babi boi, my angel, daddy’ll meet you at the crossroads [crossroads]. Bizzy: Babi boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. [everybody] everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta, these things guidin’ your struggles. […]