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 -