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Game - Like Father, Like Son

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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 hospital
Deja vu, like I here before
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 in the truck
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's to feel like a second
I seen Hell down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever to Heaven
Lord me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why to live homie?, If we only living to die

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, 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, day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The

say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the to come
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 the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a
I'm feeling Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

[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 only turn out than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, 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

3: The Game]

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

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I you grow up to become 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 love you young'n, 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

I you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, 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, your day is coming, coming, day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I you