Lyrical Breakdown of Days Fo A Criminal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Days Fo A Criminal" 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 "Days Fo A Criminal" 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.
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Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
In the days of a criminal
Runnin' from the cops and can't let 'em see me
So I'm hopin' out the Benz
It's time to let the valet step, gotta make my ends
So business on the undertip, all coppers will be dropped
So tell them not to fuck with me, if Oaktown gets too hot
I'm headin' for Marin City
Though hunted like a fugitive, them punks will never capture me
TEC-9 on my side, ooh, sting in back of me
And black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence
The smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence
So I be takin' no shorts when the shit get scandalous
Perkin' off the zesty, so nigga, we can handle this
Run up and get smacked up, backed up and smacked down
I'm a player, there's more in the J-town
Bitches wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair
Ho give up the cock, or you can get up outta here
I'm livin' like a mack, the narcist will be minimal
Niggas gettin' jacked with they caps peeled back
In the days of a criminal (in the days of a criminal)
Born in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
I'm kickin' kilos, but I started with a quarter ounce
Servin' with eight, 'cause every little dollar counts
Makin' my grits, and tryin' to get my mail on
So fuck a cop, he'll get dropped if he steps wrong
I'm the bad guy, everybody points at me
But fuck 'em all, as long as the tweakers happy
Makin' my cash flow, how long will it last though?
Pimpin' ain't easy, but I'm still leavin' your ass broke
Pass the vapors as the papers will be comin' in
I'll get the guts, and give a fuck about being a friend
Bitch, I'm a playa, I got no time to be bothered with
Havin' no babies in no long-term relationships
Because a bitch'll be a bitch no matter what you'll say
That's why I fuck 'em, bust a nut, then I'm on my way
Soon as I finish I'll regret I even fucked a whore
'Cause she'll be blowin' up my beeper before I shut the door
But fuck a bitch, I keep my mind on my green 'cause yo
That's how I'm livin' in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
It's the menace of Marin, I've killed, I'll kill again
Ain't nothing funny 'bout the game I'm rollin' in
You got a problem with it, mister, handle yours
I ain't no joke, I'll have you broke down to your draws
I'm trigger happy, and I give less than a fuck
Love me or hate me, I'ma sure 'nough rip shit up
It's Mr. Nothin', nice on the mic stand
Mic in the left and the zest in my right hand
I took a puff, had enough now, hold up
If that was indo, niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped, we can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em, but you can't miss
I never tripped off your bitch 'cause she scandalous
Now come and get a good look at the crook
Who lives his life on the streets of the Jungle
Some call me animal, tell me how you figure though?
Put 'em in a nip, in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a criminal