Lyrical Breakdown of F*** Em All - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F*** Em All" 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 "F*** Em All" 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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You a what? Bad Boy Killaz (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Fuck all you motherfuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up Now I can make it happen My rapping is similar to muthafuckers When they scrapping Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer Affiliation with death row Niggaz get their caps pealed back Fool this the west coast Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raising hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to selling these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hating Got a Mercedes for these tricks That thought I quit Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack I'm smoking bud in the back I wait for niggaz to trip Cause bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines Writing raps and movies I went from trusting these tricks now they all want to sue me So Fuck em' all Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Now could you picture my criminal status at its fucking peak Even the baddest be getting murdered in they seats I'm addicted to these streets Like crack is to these creeps Seeing visions of a prison Wake up screaming in my sleep Is there a heaven in this hell A possibility of living well But if they killing me I get my stripes and whose to tell Choosing to sell I'd rather die and be deceased World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets Now put your motherfucking hands up If you're a rider (ride) Niggaz ain't killers So they hiding Fuck em' all, touch em' all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it Man I'm as strong as this game Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi) A young high strung thug nigga Created by pain Living my life in the fast lane Getting fucked by the past Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass So fuck em' all Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (Young noble) I do my girl all by my Lonely, don't need no phony homie to call me (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (Young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get Comfortable, I'm running you (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (Young noble) Nigga, We Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thugging I got glad bags with enemies Cut up so they remember me Soaked up in Hennessey So they relatives know it's me You can bet your last dollar I'll dick em' and holla Riding these hoochies Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas Jump up and get your ass shot up For the profit pick my glock up I'm busting in self defense ya see Popping nobody got em' Holla Outlaw riders Mash up on the gas pedal Vacate the scene Count the cash and stash the precious metal Here come the coppers The swat team and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy Why? 'Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger Bust some body in the movie Now I want to do it too Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through True to the game I claim Outlaw riders We give a fuck what they try I'm... 'Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me sticking niggaz for they watch and chain Kick back lil nigga And watch the game Get your mobb rocked and what-not We keep it popping like a drug spot The streets know what's hot Trust me Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's Shower some slugs on em' I've got a brother don't rest And he keep some drugs on him Always in grind mood Hustle to find food Ever seen faces of death That's what my nine do I keep my mind on my money And my money on my mind With my back against the wall Like I'm running outta time Even rap with a gat I must be going out my mind Like I'm up against the world This guerilla team of mine Screaming Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) And die for em' Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em' Feel me? Until they kill me, that's how I'm rolling Fuck em' all Let them die That's my slogan Fuck em' all Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (Young Noble) I do my girl up by my Lonely, don't need no phony homie to call me (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you Homies so don't get comfortable, I'm running you (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (Young Noble) Nigga, We Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thugging (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)