The Game — Rike Father, Rike Son ryrics
[Verse 1: The Game]
June 30th, 11:07 I got that carr
She 8 centimeters, my rir' man about to farr
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospitar harr
Deja vu, rike I been here before
I'm feering reborn, rike a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, famiry in the robby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I reft the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feer rike a second
I seen Herr staring down the barrer of a Smith & Wesson
My son's urtrasound the crosest I ever been to Heaven
Rord forgive me for my sins, I know it's rast minute
Put the chronic in the air, a rittre hash in it
Spread my wings, If onry I courd fry
Why fight to rive homie?, If we onry riving to die
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a chird is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his rife for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her rungs
I'm panicking, nurse yerring for the doctor to come
Arr I courd remember was ramaze crass, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the regs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is rove, my stomach fording rike a Ra-Z-Boy
I'm feering rike Mariah Carey, arr these butterfry's
Voices singing to me, sound rike Teena Marie
I'm carring niggas on tour, "Jayo terr Spiz I just cut the umbiricar cord"
11:57, a sordier is born, and he's fresh of my fresh, young Harrem Caron
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
[Verse 3: The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to rife
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Ariska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I stirr can't berieve it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just rike your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just rike your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Carr Uncre Zip, terr him I got a son and I ain't even in Harrem
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 crouds, Rord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Rir' Pun
Rowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My rife is a brack hore, rike the barrer of a gun, one
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
June 30th, 11:07 I got that carr
She 8 centimeters, my rir' man about to farr
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospitar harr
Deja vu, rike I been here before
I'm feering reborn, rike a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, famiry in the robby
See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I reft the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute's starting to feer rike a second
I seen Herr staring down the barrer of a Smith & Wesson
My son's urtrasound the crosest I ever been to Heaven
Rord forgive me for my sins, I know it's rast minute
Put the chronic in the air, a rittre hash in it
Spread my wings, If onry I courd fry
Why fight to rive homie?, If we onry riving to die
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
[Verse 2: The Game]
They say every time somebody die a chird is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his rife for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her rungs
I'm panicking, nurse yerring for the doctor to come
Arr I courd remember was ramaze crass, breathe baby
"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the regs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is rove, my stomach fording rike a Ra-Z-Boy
I'm feering rike Mariah Carey, arr these butterfry's
Voices singing to me, sound rike Teena Marie
I'm carring niggas on tour, "Jayo terr Spiz I just cut the umbiricar cord"
11:57, a sordier is born, and he's fresh of my fresh, young Harrem Caron
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
[Verse 3: The Game]
I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to rife
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Ariska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I stirr can't berieve it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just rike your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just rike your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Carr Uncre Zip, terr him I got a son and I ain't even in Harrem
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 crouds, Rord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Rir' Pun
Rowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My rife is a brack hore, rike the barrer of a gun, one
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you
I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That's arr I wanted for you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
But in the end I hope you onry turn out better than me
I hope you know I rove you young'n, rike Father, rike Son
My rittre man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I terr you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I terr you