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June 30th, 11:07 I got that call |
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She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall |
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Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall |
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Deja vu, like I been here before |
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I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born |
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Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby |
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See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck |
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Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating |
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I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second |
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I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson |
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My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven |
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Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute |
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Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it |
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Spread my wings, If only I could fly |
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Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die |
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I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be |
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That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me |
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I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you |
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And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you |
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They say every time somebody die a child is born |
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So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son |
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11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs |
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I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come |
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All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby |
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"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head |
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Doc busting through the door, he between the legs |
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He see the head, it's my baby boy |
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11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise |
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Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy |
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I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's |
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Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie |
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I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord" |
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11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron |
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I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be |
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That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me |
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I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you |
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And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you |
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I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life |
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You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska |
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For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it |
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Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy |
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I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather |
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Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem |
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I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers |
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Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son |
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And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun |
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Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 |
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If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun |
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My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one |
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I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be |
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That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me |
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I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you |
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And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you |
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I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be |
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That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me |
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I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son |
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My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you |
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And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you |
