Lyrical Breakdown of U Don't Have 2 Worry (Feat. Outlawz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "U Don't Have 2 Worry (Feat. Outlawz)" 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 "U Don't Have 2 Worry (Feat. Outlawz)" 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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Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me, nigga C'mon, get in the car (hey) Get in the fuckin' car, man (say you, you scared to ride in my car) Yo why you trippin' man? ('Cause you, you think niggas gon' be blastin' at it) Get in the fuckin' car, man Get in the fuckin' car (it ain't even that deep, baby) Get in the car You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream, how they die for me now Only got one clique, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hos Repetitive blows are thrown to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full-blown My unknown tendencies to mash my comp Gettin' wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump While niggas run, I'm the last one standin', the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, westside Though it's worldwide, no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggas tried to kill me, and I fed their wife and their daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin' past Why you change? It's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggas never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck Quit bullshit nigga 'cause I'm still fuckin' yo' bitch Niggas got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame Y'all remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once more Yo' niggas know, you ain't fuckin' with them Out-lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn You're the type to get sniped when the cops is lookin' Don't nobody give a fuck 'cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it You scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click, we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin' the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin' streetz of Jerz We sweep niggas with the words, though the heat's preferred (holla) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream, how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hos, let the punks know 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin' car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God, nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we comin' for they fuckin' throne The love is gone, well, it is what it is And plottin' on us, they best be prayin' for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry 'cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal, we even tell 'bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin', I'ma fuckin' ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget, I put my seeds on it You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggas still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet? Swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a Glock nine, that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you dead And if it's beef and your man disappear, then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin' my strengths to get credit I mean you might face sound scared but your heartbeat said it You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream, how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hos, let the punks know I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin' gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep, I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin' crazy 'cause my hair is gettin' thinner I've been drinkin' on the daily, I can hardly remember I got bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord, but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin' out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it 'cause none of y'all niggas worry me What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza-Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt My niggas couldn't fade me with some clippers You put it down, look all around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin' through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me fee to let my ice click Ka-pling Ka-plow, I been a thug shootin' slugs since a child You don't have to worry, you can ride with me now Niggas are quick to scream, how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hos, let the punks know Let the punks know Let the punks know Let the punks know