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Wu-Tang Clan

When You Come Home

 

When You Come Home

(album: Killa Beez: The Sting - 2002)


[Shyheim:]
Doc, Ready Red, Homocide
Gable, Free, knowImean?
Doing 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, growing up
Going through the same things, we seeing eye-to-eye
And no matter what happens, promise to let nutting 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
Holding '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

[Shyheim (Doc Doom):]
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, getting 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 blowing 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 beating it
I could tell him a secret, he ain't repeating 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 jumping in, fuck that!
Blazing out the club with our guns, back to back
Chicago Bulls style, the ManChild
Ain't nutting 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)

[Doc Doom:]
Don't stress
Don't stress
Don't stress
Don't stress
Yeah
Shyheim
New York's finest

done

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