| Uh-huh
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| Yeah
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| Uh
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| I like that bass
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| Uh-huh
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| Yeah
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| Look, I don’t need no introduction
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| Finna do it big as Paul Bunyan
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| Flows be hittin' hard enough to give concussions
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| Pardon the interruption
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| But I don’t pull no punches
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| And all I really need to kill a beat
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| A little keys and some percussion
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| Like it’s nothin'
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| You already know who it is
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| They ain’t never «Lyon"when they sayin' Lucious equipped
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| Livin' legend in the makin', yeah I’m flippin' the script
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| Made it to the studio from slingin' dope as a kid, dig?
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| Nine years up under my belt next to the nine milli
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| Hot boy, make the summertime seem chilly
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| Got no help and still I made it to NY from Philly
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| oh, really?
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| I’m the GOAT, no Billy
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| Yo, you all so silly, don’t test me
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| I am the one 'cause the One above blessed me
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| Sellin' CDs out the trunk
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| Seven dollars, what you want
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| I could never fake the funk
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| No, you smell me?
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| Toothpaste, boots laced, that’s the routine
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| Block hot, dodge cops, that’s the routine
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| In the game where there ain’t no referees
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| And the only guarantee
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| Is that nothin' comes for free
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| Toothpaste, boots laced, that’s the routine
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| Block hot, dodge cops, that’s the routine
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| In the game where there ain’t no referees
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| And the only guarantee
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| Is that nothin' comes for free
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| Born to hustle first, blow secondary
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| Makin' big moves, all the rest sedentary
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| Pops passed but the drive in me hereditary
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| From the block where the Glock always necessary
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| Ran the streets like three blind mice, uh-huh
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| Still seen a lot in this brief lifetime
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| On the corner, dad killed, mom bipolar
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| I was servin' them before I even had my molars
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| Dodgin' bullets, dodgin' cops
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| Whippin' up and washin' pots
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| Check the time, atomic clock
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| Money on the choppin' block
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| Gotta ride or die with me, I love my sweets
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| This is the home of the fellas, and I love these streets
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| They say crime runs rampant, I was rampant as hell
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| 'Cause life was hell on earth and now it’s treatin' me well
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| As a smooth criminal
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| Rhymes at the pinnacle
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| 'Bout to run the game, y’all just runnin' on electrical
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| Toothpaste, boots laced, that’s the routine
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| Block hot, dodge cops, that’s the routine
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| In the game where there ain’t no referees
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| And the only guarantee
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| Is that nothin' comes for free
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| Toothpaste, boots laced, that’s the routine
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| Block hot, dodge cops, that’s the routine
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| In the game where there ain’t no referees
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| And the only guarantee
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| Is that nothin' comes for free |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Routine , by - Empire Cast. Song from the album Empire (Season 6, I Am Who I Am), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп