Lyrical Breakdown of Street Fame [Briss Remix] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Street Fame [Briss Remix]" 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 "Street Fame [Briss Remix]" 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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(Mopreme) It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strapping That's the way it was way before all the scrapping Earned my fucking props from the G's in the hood Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowing up Time coming back sipping Hennessey Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich And I had my pick of any fine bitch And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more Representing no matter who sets it on Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit I be bout my motherfucking grip, nothing else gets between me and mine, just remember that Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game I'm trying to get street fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (Big Syke) Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by twelve, failing out of school Cause I was living by the street rules Hanging with hogs, dropping dogs as a little loc I was getting my respect but I was still broke Into the game and expanded to the cocaine Went from double-ups, to slanging them whole things Focused on my mail name ringing like a bell And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everybody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga) Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit So while I'm balling and kicking up dust, get yo' skull crushed Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us Cause I'm living on the edge, I'm blasting lead Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame (Chorus) - 2X I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame (The Rated R) I'm a super star, made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me That's the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after me Trying to peal me, cause I smoked they homey What comes around goes around is what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse They don't stop stop till my casket drop drop Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die And it don't matter if I rap or plays Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame (Chorus) I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame I'm a superstar., I'm a superstar. I'm a superstar, made it by street fame . made it by street fame (repeat to the end)