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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Vocals
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Family Circle
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
Songwriter
T Smith
Composer
A. Best
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BUCKWILD
Producer
Ed Scratch
Recording Engineer
Ryan West
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Recording Engineer
Michael Dobmeier
Assistant Engineer
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
June 30th, 11:07, I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my little 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 brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm 'bout to have a bad boy
Family in the lobby, see my **** Church, what up?
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 seen hell starin' 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 livin' to die?
[Chorus]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you youngin, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you youngin, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin'
Comin', your day is comin', I tell you
And when it comes just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
[Verse 2]
They say every time somebody die, a child is born
So I thank the **** who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs
I'm panickin', nurse yellin' for the doctor to come
All I could remember was Lamaze class, breathe, baby
One, two, three, 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' **** 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 Caron
[Chorus]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you youngin, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you youngin, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin'
Comin', your day is comin', I tell you
And when it comes just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
[Verse 3]
I wanna thank Dr. Aswork and Nurse Theresa
For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby mama, Aleska, 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 and tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem
I'm poppin' Crys' with your godfathers
Baron Davis, and D. Mac, Darrius Rogers
Drop the top on the '71 with my face in the clouds, "Lord, spare my son"
And watch over Eric Wright, T'yanna, and Lil' Pun
Lowridin', bangin', "Ready to Die", track number one
If I bust five times and they never seen the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one
[Chorus]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you youngin, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you youngin, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin'
Comin', your day is comin', I tell you
And when it comes just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
[Chorus]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's all I wanted for you youngin, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you youngin, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin'
Comin', your day is comin', I tell you
And when it comes just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you
Written by: A. Best, Charles Wesley Jr. Simmons, Eric Hudson, J. Taylor, T Smith