The Game: Like father like son

[Verse 1: The Game]June 30th, 11:07 I got that callShe 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fallScuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hallDeja vu, like I been here beforeI'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first bornDre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobbySee my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truckRunning through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatingI swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a secondI seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & WessonMy son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to HeavenLord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minutePut the chronic in the air, a little hash in itSpread my wings, If only I could flyWhy fight to live homie?, If we only living to die[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]I hope you grow up to become that everything you can beThat's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like SonBut in the end I hope you only turn out better than meI hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like SonMy little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell youAnd 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 bornSo I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungsI'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to comeAll I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the headDoc busting through the door, he between the legsHe see the head, it's my baby boy11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noisePain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-BoyI'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly'sVoices singing to me, sound like Teena MarieI'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 lifeYou birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, AliskaFor pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe itNose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your DaddyI die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your GrandfatherCall Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in HarlemI'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius RogersDrop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my sonAnd watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' PunLowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1If I bust 5 times and they never see the sunMy life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] X2