Like Father, Like Son

Lyrics

[Produced by Buckwild] [Verse 1: The Game] June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She eight centimeters, my lil' man 'bout to fall Scuffin my Air Forces, runnin' through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feelin reborn, like a Bed-Stuy bredren My firstborn, Dre, I'm 'bout to have a Bad Boy Family in the lobby, see my nigga Church, what up Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin' I swear to God every minute's startin' to feel like a second I see Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and 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 lil' hash in it Spread my wings, if only I could fly Why fight to live, homie, if we livin' 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'll 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 ya, 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 nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come All I can remember was Lamaze class, breathe, baby One (one) two (two) three (three) four (four) I see the head, Doc bustin through the door He between the legs, he see the head, it's my baby boy! 11:46 the head out, she screamin makin crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach foldin like a La-Z-Boy I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterflies Voices singin' to me sound like Teena Marie I'm callin niggas on tour Jayo tell Spinz 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'll 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 ya, and when it comes, just keep it running Running, just keep it running, I tell you [Verse 3: The Game] I wanna thank Dr. Aswork and Nurse Teresa For bringin my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar And my baby momma Alyska, for pushin out a ten pound Four ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it Nose ears eyes chin, just like your daddy I'd die before you grow up and be just like your daddy Or your grandfather; call Uncle Zeb Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm poppin Crist' wit'cha godfathers Baron Davis and D. Mac, Darrius Rogers Drop the top on the '71 With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son And watch over Eric Wright, T'yanna, and Lil' Pun Lowridin, bangin, "Ready to Die," track #1 If I bust five times, and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun One [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'll 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 ya, and when it comes, just keep it running Running, just keep it running, I tell you 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'll 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 ya, and when it comes, just keep it running Running, just keep it running, I tell you