Like Father, Like Son (Feat. Busta Rhymes)

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 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 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 spears, I just cut the umbilical cord" 11:57, a soldier is born and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Quaran 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 wanna thank Dr. Azworth and Nurse Theresa for bringing my baby boy to life You birthed a Caesar And my baby Mama, Aleiska 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's 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 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 -