Artist: The Game f/ Busta Rhymes, Harlem Taylor, King Justice Album: The Documentary 2.5 Song: Like Father Like Son 2 Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Harlem Taylor + King Justice] + (Busta) Remember me? "Like Father, Like Son" (huh) Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1 - cause my daddy hustle We good now, cause my daddy hustle (hah) We out the hood now, cause my daddy hustle (huh) Remember me? "Like Father, Like Son" (hah) Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1 - cause my daddy hustle We good now, cause my daddy hustle We out the hood now, cause my daddy hustle [Harlem Taylor] + (King Justice) Winnin like Steph Curry in the chip though Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too!) Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo Me and my brother tight (yep) we like the Klitschkos I love you daddy [The Game] + (Busta) Ten years later I love you too sons I'd do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons You're my lil' man - I remember the first day you came out Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands You turned 1, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance And every time I walk in the house he used to do this lil' dance (huh!) On the cover of the album with them Chucks on You cried for six hours, your momma in here goin nuts on me She said you had enough, I said we're havin fun (huh!) All babies cry when they're 1, my career had just begun And so did bein a daddy Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy Playin "Like Father, Like Son", lookin in the back seat He don't look nothin like his momma if you ask me (haha) On the first album Busta Rhymes did the hook Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook Bust [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] I'm glad you grew up to becomin everything you could be That's all I wanted for you young'n - like father, like son And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n - like father, like son Your daddy told you it was comin, comin Your day was comin, I told you Now daddy's here just keep on runnin, runnin Just keep on runnin, I tell you [The Game] + (Busta) I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring It ain't been one day since I met you I wasn't there for you Wasn't husband material but you know I really cared for you And I know you remember that time when he was 5 All these tours takin a toll, I can see it in his eyes So I stopped tours, stopped rappin Didn't give a fuck about nothin that happened after recordin "The Doctor's Advocate" Catchin up with my son, cause ain't nothin more important than walkin inside the Foot Locker coppin them matchin Jordans (huh!) Helpin him with his jumper, the day he turned 9 I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time So we kick it, that's my best friend (tell 'em!) I don't have to get married, he's still my best man And that's forever, anybody could be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need And more [Chorus] [The Game] + (Busta) + {Harlem} Every time I get in this booth (uh-huh) I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you Had this vision for you And I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes, but I'ma stay up out this prison for you (huh) I mean, you all my seed Lil' brother and both of your sisters, you +All I Need+ like Method and MJB (hah) And I know I be wildin sometimes, you told me {breathe daddy} {1} (1) {2} (2) {3} (3) {4} (4!) Furthermore I'm tryna stay outta trouble just for my sons Even though it feel weird leavin my house without a gun I just gotta do it Cause they might grow up and do this shit just cause they father do it Fuck with my kids and six Bloods jumpin out a Buick I understand Puff chokin that man for Jus I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fuckin cuffs For every nigga out here, without a kid Have one and that's gon' be the best shit you ever did One [Outro: Harlem Taylor] + (King Justice) I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son I make straight A's and I'm a good kid But more importantly, I'm safe Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton so I could have a better life That's my daddy, and I wish all kids had one like mine The world would be a better place; one (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something!)