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When You Come Home - Shyheim
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When You Come Home Shyheim

When You Come Home - Shyheim
[Intro: Shyheim]
Doc, Ready Red, Homocide
Gable, Free, knowImean?
Doin' like the Bridge to 'em, uh-huh
Man, problems, whatever, yeah
Ishmail

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus: 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
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