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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 man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been before
I'm reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to like a second
I seen staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to
Lord me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that 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, day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

2: The Game]

They say every time somebody die a is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, yelling for the doctor 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 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 butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

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 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 it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna Dr. Avework and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my baby Mama,
For out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your
I'd die you grow up and be just like your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in
I'm popping Cris 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 over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My life is a hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

Busta Rhymes]

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

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 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, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you