Like Father, Like Son

[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