The Game Like Father, Like Son (Feat. Busta Rhymes) (Produced By Buckwild) Lyrics

[ 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 n____ Church, "What Up," s___ 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 n____ 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 b___erfly's
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm
calling n____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

[ Verse 3: The Game ]

I wanna thank Dr. Af 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 ]

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

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