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Game - Father, Like Son Lyrics

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1: The Game]

June 30th, 11:07 I got call
She 8 centimeters, my man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hall
Deja vu, like I here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first
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 ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I been to Heaven
forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a 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 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 better me
I you know I love you young'n, like 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, just keep it running, I you

[Verse 2: The

They say every time somebody die a child is
So I thank the nigga who gave his 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 was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the
Doc busting 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, sound like Teena
I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell ? I cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Qua'ran

Busta 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 turn out better than me
I hope you 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 it running, running, just keep 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 can't it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like Daddy
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 even in
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, spare my son
And watch Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Rhymes]

I hope you 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 turn out better 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, just keep it running, I you

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 turn out better than me
I hope you 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 it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you