[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? [Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window
I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back my eyes
Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy? Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker He's just stand by the goddamn window with
Verse Three: And uhh To all the ladies havin babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's
can really see Through the eyes of a child A baby born wild Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him how Kill or be killed where
poppin pills, Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin still, this be the city that never pity they would rather kill, I wipe my eyes and check my
them hoe's (yeah man) Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be Hoe's on a nigger like it's suppose to be (yeah) You a sucker so you hate like hoe's to
UH! Had a dream I was king I woke up Still king This rap game's nipples is mine For the milking Till nobody else even fuckin feels me Till it kill
you, Nettie Moore And my happiness is o'r Winter's gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then, and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell
Cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie Probably St. Clair babies, so hate me But I handle my business So lately I can handle my shady Kill
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage take over the planet with my daily tortures Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts Smokin on the newports
and head back into town Driving cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my daddy's garage Driving
close my eyes I might see her, Shit.. [Chorus] [Eminem] I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, nappin' at noon, Yeah dad's in a bad mood, he's always
flight Bitch I'm enticing, guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead You faggots scared cause I
They're expecting her And she's got work to do He helplessly stands by It's meaningless to try As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes He says "I've never seen