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[Verse 1: The

30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital
vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first
Dre, I'm to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I the camcorder in the truck
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a
I Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last
Put the in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

Busta Rhymes]

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 you know I love 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 keep it running, I you

2: The Game]

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

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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 turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

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

[Verse 3: The

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

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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

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

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

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

But in the end I you only turn out better than me
I you know I love 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