Shyheim - When You Come Home lyrics

Doc, Ready Red, Homocide
Gable, Free, knowImean?
Doin' like the Bridge to 'em, uh huh
Man, problems, whatever, yeah ishmail

I used to kick my new rhymes to
'im when I made 'em up
We smoke a blunt and build on Shit Iz Real
Growin' up goin' through the same things
We seein' eye-to-eye
And no matter what happens
Promise to let nuttin' die
Shit was born when he got
Bagged with fifty-six dimes
I would give his girl commissary
Money all the time
He caught this disease and
Couldn't stay outta jail
Locked up when his moms died
She really got real
He came to the wake in handcuffs, dear God
Life as a Shorty shouldn't be so rough
This girl, eight months pregnant
A nurse assistant
Holdin' 'im down, faithfully on every visit
Food packages
She'd bring him trees and everything
A down ass bitch, is a thug's everything
Every day and night, we the same blood type
Brothers for life
I fly him kites on the regular

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy oz
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy oz
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home

I could see it now, gettin' off the Greyhound
With ya greens on, stained boots, yard style
The squad 'n me
I'll meet you at the port authority
Jump in the V2G, you finally free
Long time no see, gotta make up for lost time
Know you got mad rhymes, here, rock my shine
(yeah, yeah)
Put on to the exclusive, new shit (New shit)
He blowin' up my celly, I'm like, yo son
Six minute click
Pulled up to the PJs, the hood greet
"Welcome home, God, Peace"
He platinum on the streets
With respect and power
All he need is currency
Must report to parole, Monday, by three
We gon' get you on the books and
Take you on tour with me
No stress, nigga, you can use my address
He said, "I love you, Shy'
" and punched me in my chest

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy Ls
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy Ls
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home

Give a kidney or a lung
(Lung) to my nigga if he needed one
Cuz that's my dunn dunn
I'd give him my only gun
If he needed it, oh that bitch
We both beatin' it
I could tell him a secret
He ain't repeatin' it
Cuz that's my dog, second grade to the morgue
And when I get locked up that's
Who the fuck I call
He got the cheddy ready to pay the
Clerk to get me out the dirt
Put it in my aunt's name, because she works
We don't jerk one another
Or try to blow each other's cover
My mother's like his mother
His mother's like my mother
No one on ones, I'm jumpin' in, fuck that!
Blazin' out the club with our guns
Back to back
Chicago Bulls style, the ManChild
Ain't nuttin' sweet on the streets (Sweet)
Or if you hit the Penal, you know my style
(Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy Ls
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy oz
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, I'mma put you on ya toes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes
Son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga
When you come home (Don't stress)

Don't stress don't stress
Don't stress don't stress
Yeah shyheim
New York's finest