[Verse 1: 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

                    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

                    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

                    [Verse 2: 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 ? I just cut the umbilical cord"



                      11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young ? ?

                    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

                    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

                    [Verse 3: The Game]

                    I wanna thank Dr. ? 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 ?, 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

                    [Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

                    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