The Game (feat. Busta Rhymes) "Like Father, Like Son"
[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 breddern My first born, Dre I'm bout to have a +Bad Boy+ Family in the lobby, see my nigga Church, whattup 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 homey 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 young'n, like father, like son For 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 co-minnnnn Co-minnnnn, your day is co-minnnnn I tell ya, and when it comes just keep it ru-ninnnnn Ru-ninnnnn, just keep it ru-ninnnnn, I tell you
[The Game] They say everytime 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 yellin for the doctor to come All I can remember was Lemans 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 niggaz 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 Qu'ran
[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 Barron Davis and D. Mack, Darius Rodgers Drop the top on the '71 With my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son And watch over Erin 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