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Game - Father, Like Son Lyrics

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1: The Game]

June 30th, I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, through the hospital hall
Deja vu, I been here before
I'm reborn, like a Bed-Stuy 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
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath,
I to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the 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 I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only to die

[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 out better than 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 when it comes, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The

say every time somebody die a child is born
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 yelling for the doctor to
All I could remember was lamaze class, baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the
Doc busting the door, he between the legs
He see the head, my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making noise
is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all butterfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena
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, like Father, Son

But in the end I you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. and Nurse Theresa,
for bringing my baby boy to life, You a Caesar,
And my baby Mama,
For pushing out a 10-pound, Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I'd die before you up and be just like your Daddy,
or Grandfather
Call Uncle Zic, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in
I'm Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I you grow 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 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 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 only turn out 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