Discography:
AKA the Rugged Child (1994)
The Lost Generation (1996)
Manchild (1999)
The Greatest Story Never Told (2004)
Disrespectfully Speaking (2009)
When You Come Home
Shyheim Lyrics
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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
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, shit 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 assistant holding him down
Faithfully on every visit, food packages, she bring him trees and everything
A down ass bitch 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' fuck 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 nigga, 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' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga, 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 shit
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, nigga you can use my address
He said I love you Shy and punched me in my chest
[Chorus] x 2
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' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
[Verse 3]
Give a kidney or a lung to nigga if he needed one
Cause that's my Dunn Dunn
I give him my only gun if he needed it
Oh that bitch, 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
When you come home, my nigga, 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' fuck 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 nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
Yeah, Shyheim?
New York's Finest
The lyrics to Shyheim's song "When You Come Home" tell a story about the deep bond between two friends who have grown up together. In the first verse, Shyheim reminisces about their shared experiences and how they used to spend time together, smoking and discussing life. However, his friend gets caught with a large amount of drugs and is sentenced to jail. Despite this setback, Shyheim promises to support him and take care of his pregnant girlfriend. The lyrics express the belief that a loyal partner is everything to a thug.
The chorus further emphasizes Shyheim's anticipation of his friend's release from prison. He envisions a life of fun, partying, and success once his friend is free. The lyrics seem to encourage his friend not to stress or worry, as they will have a good time when he is back home.
In the second verse, Shyheim paints a picture of his friend's arrival after being released from prison. He imagines meeting him at the port authority and acknowledges that his friend must have honed his rap skills while incarcerated. They plan to catch up on lost time and enjoy the newfound success that awaits them. Shyheim also mentions helping his friend adjust to life on parole and promises to support him by letting him use his address.
The third verse delves deeper into the unconditional loyalty and love between the two friends. Shyheim states that he would willingly give up a vital organ for his friend, emphasizing the depth of their connection. He trusts his friend with his secrets and knows he can depend on him in times of trouble. The lyrics also highlight the close relationship between their families, with his mother treating his friend as her own. Overall, the lyrics illustrate a friendship that has endured since childhood and remains unbreakable through hardship and incarceration.
Line by Line Meaning
I used to kick my new rhymes to him when I made them up
I would share my new rap lyrics with him right after I wrote them
We'd smoke a blunt, and build on shit was real growing up
We would smoke marijuana and have deep conversations about our lives as we were growing up
Going through the same things, we seeing eye to eye
We were experiencing similar struggles and could understand each other completely
And no matter what happens, promised to let nothing die
We made a pact to keep our friendship alive no matter the circumstances
So was born when he got bagged for 56 dimes
Our bond became stronger when he was arrested for possession of drugs
I'mma give his girl commissary money all the time
I will consistently provide financial support for his girlfriend to buy essentials while he's incarcerated
He caught this disease and couldn't stay out'ta jail
He contracted an illness that made it difficult for him to stay out of prison
Locked up when his mom died, shit really got real
He was imprisoned at the time of his mother's death, which made his situation even more challenging
He came to the wake in handcuffs
He attended his mother's funeral while being escorted by law enforcement
Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
It's unfair that someone's life, especially during their youth, can be filled with so much difficulty and hardship
His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse assistant holding him down
His girlfriend, who is eight months pregnant, is faithfully supporting him while working as a nurse assistant
Faithfully on every visit, food packages, she bring him trees and everything
She visits him regularly, providing him with food and even bringing him marijuana
A down ass bitch is a thug's everything
A loyal and supportive woman is everything to a gangster
I'm day he night, we the same blood type, brothers for life
We are inseparable, always there for each other, like brothers with the same blood type
I fly him kites on the regular
I send him letters regularly
When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)
When you're released from prison, we will smoke a large quantity of marijuana together without worries or stress
When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
When you return, we will engage in casual sexual encounters with multiple women without any concerns
When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
When you're back, I will keep you alert and prepared for any challenges or situations
I can see it now, getting off the greyhound with your greens on
I can envision the moment when you step off the Greyhound bus, wearing your green prison uniform
State boots, yard style this scord a' me
You'll be wearing state-issued boots, representing your time spent in prison, which impresses me
I meet you at the port authority
I will be waiting for you at the Port Authority bus terminal
Jump in the V2G, You finally free
Get into the vehicle I brought, it's time to celebrate your freedom
Long time no see, Gotta make up for lost time
It's been a while since we last saw each other, we need to compensate for the time we missed
Know you got mad rhymes, Here, rock my shine
I know you have impressive rap lyrics, so take my jewelry and show off your talent
We on to the exclusive, new shit
We are up to date with the latest and most exclusive things
He blowing up my celly, I'm like yo son, six minute click
He continuously calls my cellphone, and I tell him that we've been talking for six minutes already
Pulled up to the PJ's, the hood greet
We arrive at the public housing projects, and the neighborhood enthusiastically welcomes us
Welcome home god peace, He platinum on the street with respect and power
Everyone shows him immense respect and acknowledges his authority and success in the streets
All he need is currency, Must report to parole, Monday by three
His primary concern is having money, but he must also remember to report to his parole officer on Monday before three o'clock
We gon' get you on the books and take you on tour with me
I will ensure that you are added to my contacts and invite you to accompany me on tour
No stress, nigga you can use my address
Don't worry, you can use my address as your own
He said I love you Shy and punched me in my chest
He expressed his love for me, then playfully punched me in the chest
Give a kidney or a lung to nigga if he needed one
I would willingly donate a kidney or lung to him if he needed an organ transplant
Cause that's my Dunn Dunn
Because he's my close friend, like family
I give him my only gun if he needed it
I would lend him my only firearm if he required it for his safety
Oh that bitch, we both beating it
Referring to a woman, we both have sexual relationships with her
I can tell him a secret, he ain't repeating it
I can trust him with confidential information, as he won't disclose it to anyone else
Cause that's my dog, second grade to the morgue
Because he's my loyal friend, since second grade until potentially our deaths
And when I get locked up, that who the fuck I call
If I ever get arrested, he's the one I will contact for assistance
He the cheddy ready to pay the clerk, to get me out the dirt
He is always prepared to pay the bail clerk to secure my release from custody
Put it in my aunt's name, because she work
He handles the bail process using my aunt's name, as she is employed and trustworthy
We don't jerk one another, or try to blow each other's cover
We don't deceive or betray each other, nor do we attempt to reveal each other's secrets
My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother
Our mothers are like family to both of us, treating each other with love and care
No one on ones; I'm jumpin' in
We don't fight alone; if one of us gets into a conflict, the other will join the fight immediately
Fuck that, blazing out the club with our guns back to back
Screw that, we will exit the club together, armed and ready, side by side
Chicago Bulls style, the manchild
Just like the Chicago Bulls basketball team, we are a powerful duo, dominating the scene
Ain't nothing sweet on the street
The streets are harsh and unforgiving
Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style
Even if you end up in prison, you know exactly how I operate and my approach
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, SHYHEIM FRANKLIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Yuri Lalli
best song of this album. relaxed and good text.
Jermaine Shan
RNS at its finest. Its not about the beat its about the lyrics and what it means to you. I love this song because when this came out one of my family members was going thru it.
Lou Diamondz
so Rza not on the beat?
OME OMYE
DIS IS MY ANTHEM OF LIFE
sjukgymnast
no first this is not garbage, second this isn't even old school, this record was released 2002, and it gotta be one of the realest of that time
The XLNC
Noboday does it like the Wu...bangin oldskool style
Brandon Bailey
Been looking for this for over 10 years. Great day.
Enter the cypha
cheers!
2 Rue Henderson
Take some 11th grade rhymes with some Myspace beats and you got this track.
Skott Hall
You ain’t nicer than shy