Lyrical Breakdown of Crooked A** N***a - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crooked A** N***a" 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 "Crooked A** N***a" 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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Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like Got'em A smoking-ass nigga robbed me blind I got a TEC-9 now his smokin' ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'mma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin' now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin' quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him—punk, please 'Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin' like a bitch, cause you don't know how to, hush Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me body One to the chest, another to his fuckin' dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggas Crooked ass niggas (Criminal behaviour, criminal, criminal behaviour) (Suddenly I see) (Cri-cri-criminal) Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade It's already quick stepping to the niggas with the props And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin' gank move Stretch is Uptown, clockin' weight the shit is real smooth A nigga's tryna play me like he know me but he don't Sittin' on ten kis, I'mma get him, think I won't? My nigga 2Pac got the fuckin' Glock cocked and he's ready When the kid, didn't even bring the weight bag, instead he Welcomed us, into his apartment Oh, this even better, two to the head, He's dead a clean get a-WAY! Niggas got PAID! And yet another sleepin' ass nigga got slayed, word up By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch The crooked ass niggas (Criminal behaviour) Yeah, you don't stop! Crooked ass niggas (Criminal, criminal behaviour) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) Now I could be a crooked nigga too When I'm rollin' with my crew, watch what crooked niggas, do! I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol I'm ready to get witcha at the drop, of a whistle So make your move, and act like you wanna flip I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin' mop The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped And even cops got shot when they rolled up Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness Smoke til I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin' piss test I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit 'em with The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick My brain flips, I start thinkin' like a lunatic I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew I thought these niggas knew, I'm a crooked nigga too (Criminal behaviour, criminal, criminal behaviour) Crooked ass niggas come in all shapes and sizes They wear disguises, backstabbing's what they specialize in They'll try to get 'cha, they'll sweat 'cha to get in the picture And then they hit 'cha, son of a bitch! Now he's richer (Criminal behaviour, crimi-criminal behaviour) Crooked ass nigga (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Criminal behaviour, criminal, criminal) (crimi-crim-criminal behaviour (haviour)) (criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Criminal behaviour, criminal be- criminal crim-) (Crim-criminal behaviour) (Criminal be- crim-crim-crim-crim-crim-) (Criminal behaviour, criminal behaviour) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Got'em) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Got'em) (Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like) (Got'em)