Lyrical Breakdown of Get Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Money" 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 "Get Money" 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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Get money nigga Yeah - aw yeah Dedicate this one to all the hustlers That get up every motherfuckin' mornin' and put they work in I see you - I see you boy I'm up before sunrise first to hit the block Lil' bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny lil' ass kicked Niggas laughed, 'til the first motherfucker got blas-ted I put the nigga in his casket And now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin' ghost on the five-o, fuck them hoes Got a forty-five screamin' out surviv-al Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo Holla "five-o" when I say so Don't wanna go to the pen', I'm hittin' fences NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive, weighin' one-fifty-five In the city where the little niggas die Tell mama don't cry, cause even if they kill me They can never take the life of a real G I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) Yeah, get paid nigga I gotta get Get paid bwooy (fuck the police) Watch out for all this, nigga Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin' Pour some liquor on the curb, for my homies that deserve it If I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin' Kinda boomin' round the way, think today I make a killin' Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block Just a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops I'm gettin' high, think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the strip I let my music buck Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for a bitch to fuck Rather die makin' money, than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way Time to fuck my girl, she gettin' paid today, ha hah ha I live Thug Life and let the money come to me Cause they can never take the game from a young G I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) Yeah nigga, get paid Can't fade me boy To my niggas in Oaktown Get money That's right y'all That's how we run the shit in '93 boy Fuck them niggas [?] Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do Now watch a young motherfucker pull the trigger too RAISE UP, and don't let them see ya cry Dry your eyes, young nigga time for do or die I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready on my Glock Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit I done seen a motherfucker peep pain At point blank range cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin' the dice Now roll 'em if you can't stand pain better hold 'em Cause ain't no tellin' what ya might roll You might fold catch AIDS from a slight cold You better live ya life to the fullest Be quick to kill a bull got a pistol motherfucker better pull it And even if they kill me They can never take the life of a young G I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) I'm gettin' money (money) Gettin' money (gettin' money) Gettin' paid nigga (that's right), for my niggas in the hood That's right nigga, that's right boy enough for love Talk to hold that shit boy [?] Pass the shit Gettin' paid (gettin' paid)