Lyrical Breakdown of 2Pac - Troublesome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2Pac - Troublesome" 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 "2Pac - Troublesome" 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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Ayy yo! I got some new shit for y'all tonight Oh, yes See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy I sent this out to Nas... And anybody else down with that clique We still Bad Boy killas' Y'all don't feel us (bitch) Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned These scams are plotted over grams and rocks Undercover agent die by the random shots We all die in the end, so revenge we swore I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Got me a dog and named her "my bitch nigga eater" What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit) Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha) How can I show you how I feel inside? We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone 'Cause they fear me in the physical form Let it be known I'm troublesome Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na-na na, nahhh Na, na, na, na All you niggas die (troublesome) Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely When the, "Fuck all y'all niggas!" in Swahili Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back Release me to the care of my heartless strap Say my name three times like Candyman Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys Murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', "Please" Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee Picture me lettin' this chump survive Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died 'Cause I'm troublesome Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na-na na, nahhh Na, na, na, na (woah) All you niggas die (troublesome) "Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind Like 25 to life never crossed they mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry? Need to stop the gang bangin', "Either stop or die." Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life Nigga, we're troublesome Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge) Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?) Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass) All you niggas die You know Yeah