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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, running through the 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 Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck
through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the of a Smith & Wesson
My son's the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's minute
Put the in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Busta

I hope you up to become 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 than me
I you know 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, keep it running, I tell you

2: The Game]

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 to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe
"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 head out, she screaming, making crazy
Pain is love, my stomach folding a La-Z-Boy
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, like Teena 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 you grow 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 only turn out 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

[Verse 3: The

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

Busta 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 only turn out better 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 it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

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