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Game lyrics : "LIKE FATHER LIKE SON"

[Verse 1: The Game]

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call

She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before

I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my ^!$$% Church, "What Up," %#@! I left the camcorder in the truck

Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson

My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it

Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be

That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me

I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your 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 tell you

[Verse 2: The Game]


They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the ^!$$% who gave his life for the birth of my son

11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby

"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy

11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's

Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling ^!$$%s on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]


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


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


My little man, your 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 tell you

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