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Game - Like Father, Son Lyrics

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1: The Game]

June 30th, 11:07 I got that
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital
Deja vu, like I here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the
See my Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every starting to feel like a second
I Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I been to Heaven
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 to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Rhymes]

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

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a 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, nurse yelling for the doctor to
All I could remember was class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc through the door, he between the legs
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 Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just cut the cord"
11:57, a is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qua'ran

Busta Rhymes]

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

But in the end I hope you turn out better than me
I hope you 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, keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I wanna Dr. Avework and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my baby Mama,
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your
I'd die before you grow up and be just your Daddy,
or your
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't in Harlem
I'm popping Cris your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track 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 hope you grow up to become everything 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 you know I love 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, keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

I hope you grow up to become 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 it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you