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[Verse 1: The

30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil' man to fall
my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, I been here before
I'm reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the
Running through the ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith &
My ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last
Put the in the air, a little hash in it
my wings, If only I could fly
Why to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Busta

I hope you up to become that everything you can be
That's all I for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only out better than me
I hope you know I you young'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you

2: The Game]

They say every somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his for the birth of my son
11:32, she at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, yelling for the doctor to come
All I could was lamaze class, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the
He see the head, it's my boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy
Pain is love, my stomach like a La-Z-Boy
I'm feeling Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm calling on tour, "Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, Harlem Coron

Busta Rhymes]

I hope you up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better me
I hope you know I you young'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The

I wanna thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to
You birthed a Caesar, And my Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Uncle ?, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, spare my son
And watch over Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun
Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track 1
If I bust 5 times and never see the sun
My life is a hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta

I you grow up to become that everything you can be
all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better me
I hope you know I love you young'n, Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, keep it running, I tell you

I hope you grow up to that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only out better than me
I hope you I love you young'n, like Father, like Son

My man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just it running, I tell you