[The Game]
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She eight centimeters, my lil` man `bout to fall
Scuffin my Air Forces, runnin through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I`m feelin reborn, like a Bed-Stuy breddern
My first born, Dre I`m bout to have a +Bad Boy+
Family in the lobby, see my nigga Church, whattup
Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck
Runnin through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin
I swear to God every minute`s startin to feel like a second
I see hell starin down the barrel of a Smith and 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 lil` hash in it
Spread my wings, if only I could fly
Why fight to live homey if we livin to die?
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That`s all I wanted for young`n, like father, like son
For in the end I hope you`ll 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 co-minnnnn
Co-minnnnn, your day is co-minnnnn
I tell ya, and when it comes just keep it ru-ninnnnn
Ru-ninnnnn, just keep it ru-ninnnnn, I tell you
[The Game]
They say everytime somebody die, a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screamin at the top of her lungs
I`m panicking, nurse yellin for the doctor to come
All I can remember was Lemans class, breathe baby
One (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
I see the head, Doc bustin through the door
He between the legs, he see the head, it`s my baby boy!
11:46 the head out, she screamin makin crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach foldin like a La-Z-Boy
I`m feelin like Mariah Carey, all these butterflies
Voices singin to me sound like Teena Marie
I`m callin niggaz on tour
Jayo tell Spinz I just cut the umbilical cord
11:57, a soldier is born
And he`s flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Qu`ran
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. Aswork and Nurse Teresa
For bringin my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby momma Alyska, for pushin out a ten pound
four ounce Mini-Me, I still can`t believe it
Nose ears eyes chin, just like your daddy
I`d die before you grow up and be just like your daddy
Or your grandfather; call Uncle Zeb
Tell him I got a son and I ain`t even in Harlem
I`m poppin Crist` wit`cha godfathers
Barron Davis and D. Mack, Darius Rodgers
Drop the top on the `71
With my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over Erin Wright, T`yanna, and Lil` Pun
Lowridin, bangin, Ready to Die, track #1
If I bust five times, and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun
One
[Chorus] - 2X
