"Don't Worry"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Mary]
Can't wait til we make real love
Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough
I'm really lookin forward to a future for us,
Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you

Even took a second job
So they won't take the cars and put a lean on the house
I know it's gonna be a while before you get out
Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you

And them dudes you ran wit are foul
They been tryna get at me, ever since you been down
Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now

Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you

[Game]
All I can think about is that honey complexion
And the way your skin glow when you slip on them D&R dresses
I know you wonderin why I got you a Smith & Wesson
Cuz them niggaz in the hood is the reason we stressin
I miss that gangsta lovin and that lil affection
And butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and
Mary I put nothin above you,
And behind that vest I gotta heart ma, gangstas need love too

[Mary]
Some think the worst of you
They betray you as a man it's not that far from the truth
You were caught up in the game and now it's caught up to you

Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waiting on you

[Game]
It use to be caramel skin tones, spreewell rims on
Glasshouse, ass out, Jacob watch, gems stones
Bandana, Nike airs, tennis bracelet, wife here
Black rag, do or die 45 right here
Everytime i was down you was always right here
Whenever visitin hours came, i know my wife there
So pink diamonds right there, Chain hang ice there
The reason for my tatooed tear
I need you to hold me down

[Mary]
I'll be waiting on you (I)
I'll be waitin on you (ima be right here whenever you call me)

Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you

[Game]
I'm locked up countin the days down
Tryna hold my head cuz the penitentiary ain't no playground
I'm dyin in here ion know how you stay down
In the shootin range twice a week bussin that tre pound
I would neva ask you to wait around
But how do a white sandy beach, in Sandro Pe sound
And no more out of town trips on the greyhound
Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre out

[Mary]
I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here for you baby)
I'll be waiting on you (I'll)

Baby don't worry about it (don't worry baby) ima be right here, waitin for you

I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here waitin for you baby)
I'll be waiting on you (you know I'll)
I'll be waiting on you (whenever you need me)
Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you

I'm lookin for a future with u baby,
I wanna see you real soon, real soon real soon,
I'll be right there, I'll be right there

"Like Father, Like Son"

[Verse 1: The Game]

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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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

[Verse 2: The Game]

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 Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord"

11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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

[Verse 3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
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 Zip, 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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

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

"The Streetz Of Compton"
(feat. JT)

[JT]
G-Man Stan, yeah mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C-P-T
Better known as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean?
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin?
This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne