Lyrical Breakdown of Thug Style - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thug Style" 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 "Thug Style" 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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Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit That nigga ain't from moherfuckin' New York That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas Yo nigga man fuck Pac that nigga West Coast That fucker that always with them New York niggas Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down Rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it fuck it with that nigga Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga (I'm in this motherucka') (I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right) (I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York) (And I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?) (Fuck e'rybody) Hehehe Thug style out this motherfucka' niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want motherfuckin' police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm getting high off Buddha Cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough You never find me broke And who me a nigga livin' life like a G In that artillery keepin' niggas off of me I can't sleep living in these wicked times Peep, niggas after me cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat You can holler if you want to please I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be Enemies and my range is on You're in the danger zone My fuckin' game is strong, Hotline You suckas better find ya mind I got mine From hustling and busting them rhymes To my niggas up in Quentin Down on Riker's Isle stay rile But a nigga gotta use his styles, these Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck From making niggas duck from Glocks all the time My mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell Straight locked up in this hell I hear some sucka' screaming like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the morning Only the strong survive I cry but in my own way Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide From all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace) Cemetery full of brothers I buried It's going down even now I wonder Will I still be around my hometown is the gutter I was born a wild came up out this dust With my heartless style, these Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' To Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits And even though I had habit makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's With a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers Who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking No school straight hookin' And tryin' to get with light skinned Cause she good looking And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't paying Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch) I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot Cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild Had to move to the West to regain my style, these Niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style These, niggas don't know my style Quick to smile juvenile Was a problem child Try to put me in the courts But my force was wild Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style