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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, 11:07 I got that
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been 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 Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I it's last minute
Put the in the air, a little hash in it
my wings, If only I could 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 for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better 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

2: The Game]

They say every time die a child is born
So I thank the who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to
All I could was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the
Doc through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
singing 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 he's flesh of my flesh, Harlem Qua'ran

[Chorus: Busta

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 better me
I hope you I love 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

[Verse 3: The

I thank Dr. Avework and Nurse Theresa,
for my baby boy to life, You birthed a Caesar,
And my Mama, Aliska
For out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be like your Daddy,
or Grandfather
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" 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 and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, the barrel of a gun, one

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 know I 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 keep it running, running, keep 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 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