Wu-tang Clan - When You Come Home lyrics

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Wu-tang Clan - When You Come Home lyrics

[Intro:] Da, Reddy Red, Homicide, Eagle, Free, Nah' mean? (Do it like we used to) Real, uh- huh Red, Pabi, What up? Yeah.. Ishmael [Verse 1:] I used to kick my new rhymes to him when I made them up We'd smoke a blunt, and build on sh** was real growing up Going through the same things, we seeing eye to eye And no matter what happens, promised to let nothing die So was born when he got bagged for 56 dimes I'mma give his girl commissary money all the time He caught this disease and couldn't stay out'ta jail Locked up when his mom died, sh** really got real He came to the wake in handcuffs Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse a**istant holding him down Faithfully on every visit, food packages, she bring him trees and everything A down a** b**h is a thug's everything I'm day he night, we the same blood type, brothers for life I fly him kites on the regular [Chorus:] When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' f** mad hoes son (Don't stress) When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress) When you come home, my n***a, when you come home (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress) When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' f** mad hoes son (Don't stress) When you come home, my n***a, when you come home (Don't stress) [Verse 2:] I can see it now, getting off the greyhound with your greens on, State boots, yard style this scord a' me I 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 We on to the exclusive, new sh** He blowing up my celly I'm like yo son, six minute click Pulled up to the PJ's, the hood greet Welcome home god peace, He platinum on the street 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 [Chorus: x2] When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress) When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' f** mad hoes son (Don't stress) When you come home, my n***a, when you come home (Don't stress) [Verse 3:] Give a kidney or a lung to n***a if he needed one Cause that's my Dunn Dunn I give him my only gun if he needed it Oh that b**h, we both beating it I can tell him a secret, he ain't repeating it Cause that's my dog, second grade to the morgue And when I get locked up, that who the f** I call He the cheddy ready to pay the clerk, to get me out the dirt Put it in my aunt's name, because she work 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, blazing out the club with our guns back to back Chicago Bulls style, the manchild Ain't nothing sweet on the street Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress) When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' f** mad hoes son (Don't stress) When you come home, my n***a, when you come home (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress) When you come home, we gon' f** mad hoes son (Don't stress) When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress) When you come home, my n***a, when you come home (Don't stress) Yeah, Shyheim... New York's Finest

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