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Game - Father, Like Son Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, 11:07 I got call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here
I'm feeling reborn, like a brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the
See my nigga Church, "What Up," I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a & Wesson
My ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last
Put the chronic in the air, a little in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Busta

I you grow up to become 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 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 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 nigga who his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse for the doctor to come
All I remember 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, making noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding a La-Z-Boy
I'm like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Marie
I'm calling on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just 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 become 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 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, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. Avework and 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, like your Daddy
I'd die before you grow up and be just like 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
the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," number 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
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only out better 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, just keep it running, I you

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

My little man, 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