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Game - Father, Like Son Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, 11:07 I got that
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to
Scuffing my Air Forces, through the hospital hall
Deja vu, I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to a bad boy, family 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 starting to feel a second
I seen Hell 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
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[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 know I love you young'n, 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

2: The Game]

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

[Chorus: 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 only turn out 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, keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I thank 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 Grandfather
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, with my face in the clouds, Lord my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I bust 5 and they never 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 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 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, 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, just keep it running, running, just it running, I tell you