Routine (feat. Yazz)

Uh-huh Yeah Uh I like that bass Uh-huh Yeah Look, I don't need no introduction Finna do what Big as Paul Bunyan Flows be hittin' hard enough to give concussions Pardon the interruptions but I don't pull no punches And all I really need to kill a beat A little keys and some percussion like it's nothin' You already know who it is They never lyin' when they sayin' Lucious's a quiz Livin' legend in the makin' Yeah, I'm flippin the script Made it to the studio from slingin' dope as a kid, yeah Nine years up under my belt, next to the nine milli Hot boy, make the summertime seem chilly Got no help but still I made it to N.Y. from Philly Said they rough, oh really, I'm the G.O.A.T., no Billy Yo, you all so silly, don't test me I am the one 'cause the one above bless me Sellin' CDs out the trunk, seven dollars what'd she want I can never fit the funk, no you smell me Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine In a game where there ain't no referees And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine In a game where there ain't no referees And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free Wanna hustle first, blow secondary Making big moves all the rest sedentary Pops passed but the drive in me hereditary From the block, where the glock always necessary Ran the streets like three blind mice, uh-huh Still seen a lot in this brief lifetime On the corner, dad killed, mom bipolar I was serving 'em before I even had my molars Dodgin' bullets, dodgin' cops, whippin' up and washin' pots Check the time, atomic clock Money on a choppin' block Gotta ride or die with me, I love my sweets This is the home of the fellas and I love these streets They say crime runs rampant, I was rapid as hell 'Cause life was hell on earth and now its treatin' me well As a smooth criminal, rhymes at the pinnacle 'Bout to run the game, y'all just runnin' on a electrical Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine In a game where there ain't no referees And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free Two-paced, boots laced, that's the routine Block hot, dodge cops, that's the routine In a game where there ain't no referees And the only guarantee is that nothing comes for free