Lyrical Breakdown of Heartz Of Men - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heartz Of Men" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heartz Of Men" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2Pac's narrative.

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Ahh, Suge what I tell you nigga, When I come out of jail what was I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride Grab your bulletproof vest nigga Cause its gonna be a long one Now me and Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas And there's gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussys are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky See you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends But in real life they your enemies And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say they your enemies But in real life they eyes is on your money See the enemies will say they true But in real life those niggas will be the snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your mind on your riches, Baby Keep your mind on your riches 9-1-1 its a emergency cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me Shit I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed Nothing more I despise than a liar Cowards die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver When I deliver Criminal lyrics From a world wide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Mackaveli Niggas is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me So many rumors but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw Switching up on you ordinary bitches Like a south paw you get let And every breath I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a 'G' I rip the crowd, then I start again Internally I live in sin Untill the moment that they let me breathe again The heartz of men The Heartz of Men My lyrical with so much pain That to some niggas it hurts My guns bust And if you ain't one of us It gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll In fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw And five-o, get your lights on, fight long Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight So we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day I'm gone that's regardless Drive-by, niggas bow down Thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well niggas out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up First nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villian if ya let me I'll Muthafuck ya If ya do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends nigga Look inside the heartz of men In The Heartz of Men In The Heartz of Men To all my niggas engaged in making money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer living in fear My pistol close in hand Convinced this is my year Like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a don If niggas is having problems Smoke'em, fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack Thugin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowing Scar'd up But still flowing Energized and still going Uhh, can it be fate That makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed Deathrow baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent Cause I've been sent The heartz of men