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Game - Like Father, Son Lyrics

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[Verse 1: The

June 30th, I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running the hospital hall
vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel a second
I seen Hell staring down the 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 in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we living to die

[Chorus: Busta

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

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a child is
So I the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her
I'm panicking, nurse 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 through the door, he between the
He see the head, it's my boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy
is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo ? 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 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 better 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 when it comes, just it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my 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 Daddy
I'd die you grow up and be just like your Daddy,
or Grandfather
Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius
the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I 5 times and they never see the sun
My is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta

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

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

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