Lyrical Breakdown of Pac's Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pac's Life" 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 "Pac's Life" 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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Uh oh, uh oh, oh, oh oh They ain't ready for this (hey) L.T Hutton (ooh) T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac, y'all Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (It's 2Pac, the king) What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (yeah) (Only real niggas stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Outlawz) It started with five shots, niggas plottin' to kill him Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million Hit the charts like a mad man, nothin' but hits Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits Dodgin' cop cars look at how we come so far Picture a high school drop out Rollin' a double R House full of happiness, weed and drank Way out, so when trouble tried to find me, can't Never 'visioned livin' longer than my twenty first Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt And though it hurts to see the change It comes with the fame Watch them gossip in this silly game (game) To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night Why's everybody caught up in Pac's life? To all y'all niggas, conversatin' on my life Mind your motherfuckin' business Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (yeah) (Only real niggas stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Outlawz) Ayy What's happenin', Pac? Yeah, I know we never got to meet But we know all the same people, so we got to speak You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G And all the shit you went through (ayy) Meant a lot to me Watch them lock you up for nothin' it was shame to see You the crack came and did the same thing to me I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be Talkin' loud out of pocket tryna bang with me And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see Now they all in the court room blamin' me See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle (struggle) Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em (love 'em) Death before dishonor never talk to undercover's Live by the same rules so minus the tattoo's We the same sort of dude with the same short fuse Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (yeah) (Only real niggas stay on top) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life I want money in large amounts My garage full of cars that bounce Movin' my tapes in major weight 'cause every dollar counts Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump They jump my automatic keep 'em weary While you frontin' like you Billy Bad Ass Nigga you scary, I been knowin' you for years We was high school peers, in Junior High I was itching' to kill, and you was, 'Ready To Die' While you bullshittin', niggas was dyin' and catchin' cases Bustin' my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places Leavin' no trace, they see my face and then they buried Bitches die in a hurry, still I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Only real niggas stay on top Pac's life (Everybody needs to chill) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Why y'all niggas all up in my shit?) What do you know about Pac's life? What do you know? What do you know? (tell 'em motherfucka's) Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life (Outlawz) (Fuck all y'all)(ooh ooh, oh yeah)