[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 nigga Church, "What Up," shit 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

[Busta Rhymes]
{Refrain:}
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
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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
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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

[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 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 butterfly´s
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I´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

[Busta Rhymes]
{au Refrain}

[The Game]:
I wanna thank Dr. F 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

[Busta Rhymes]
{au Refrain, x2}