Rza - When You Come Home lyrics

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Rza - When You Come Home lyrics

[Shyheim] Doc, Ready Red, h*mocide 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 sh** Iz Real, growin' up Goin' through the same things, we seein' eye-to-eye And no matter what happens, promise I'll let nuttin' die sh** 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 railed Came to the waitin', hiccups, Dear God Life as a Shorty shouldn't be so rough This girl, eight months pregnant, a nurse a**istant Holdin' 'im down faithfully on every visit Food packages, she'd bring him trees and everything A down a** b**h is a thug's everything Every day and night, we the same blood type Brothers for life, I fly him kites on the regular [Hook: Shyheim (Doc Doom)] When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy oz., son (don't stress) When You Come Home we gon' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home I'mma put you on ya toes, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, 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' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, When You Come Home [Shyheim (Doc Doom)] I could see it now, gettin' off the Greyhound With ya greens on, stained boots, y'all style Discarded 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 sh** (new sh**) He blowin' up my celly, I'm like, yo son, six minute click Pulled up to the PJ's, ya 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, n***a, you can use my address He said, "I love you, Shy" and punched me in my chest [Hook: Shyheim (Doc Doom)] When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy L's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home we gon' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, When You Come Home When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy L's, 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' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, When You Come Home [Shyheim (Doc Doom)] Give a kidney or a lung (lung) to my n***a if he needed one Cuz that's my dunn-dunn, I'd give him my only gun If he needed it, oh that b**h, 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 f** 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, f** 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) [Hook: Shyheim (Doc Doom)] When You Come Home we gon' blow crazy L's, 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' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, 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' f** mad ho's, son (don't stress) When You Come Home, my n***a, When You Come Home [Outro: Doc Doom] Don't stress (x5) Yeah, Shyheim, New York's finest