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Game - Father, Like Son Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital
Deja vu, like I been before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my born
Dre, I'm to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the I ever been to Heaven
Lord me for my sins, I know it's last minute
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
all I wanted 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 man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The

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

[Chorus: Busta

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

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

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

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. and Nurse Theresa,
for my baby boy to life, You birthed a Caesar,
And my Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your
I'd die before you grow up and be just like Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm popping with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 1
If I bust 5 times and they see the sun
My is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I you grow 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 better me
I hope you I love you young'n, like Father, like Son

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

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

But in the end I you only 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