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    "Like Father, Like Son" Lyrics

    The Game

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    [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 nigga Church, "What Up," shit 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 nigga 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 niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spees 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]

    [Verse 3: The Game]

    I wanna thank Dr. F and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
    You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
    For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it
    Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
    I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather
    Call Uncle Zip, 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 Rogers
    Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
    And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
    Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1
    If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
    My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] X2
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Best, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Charles Wesley Jr. Simmons, Eric Hudson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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