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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, 11:07 I got call
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hall
Deja vu, like I been here
I'm feeling reborn, a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I swear to God every minute's starting to like a second
I seen Hell staring down the of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a hash in it
my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we living to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, Son

But in the end I hope you turn out better than me
I hope you know I you young'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you

2: The Game]

They say every somebody die a child is born
So I the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, yelling for the doctor to come
All I could was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the
He see the head, it's my boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy
Pain is love, my stomach like a La-Z-Boy
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's of my flesh, young Harlem Coron

[Chorus: Busta

I hope you grow up to become that you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out than me
I hope you know I you young'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like Daddy
I die you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Call ?, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My life is a black hole, the barrel of a gun, one

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to that everything you can be
all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better me
I hope you know I you young'n, like Father, like Son

My man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

I hope you up to become that everything you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you