Lyrical Breakdown of In My Hood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In My Hood" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "In My Hood" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.

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Niggas screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain't a shell left in my heat Y'all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck Gimme a second I'mma holla, I'mma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk In my hood - niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don't know how to act In my hood - niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood - niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth Niggas'll come to your place, put a gun in your face Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate Niggas I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggas'll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggas are lurking, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em I'm observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running They make it harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot? In my hood - niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don't know how to act In my hood - niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood - niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood The house party off the hook until them shots go off Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up It ain't good to do good in my hood You know not to do good now In my hood - niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy And niggas just don't know how to act In my hood - niggas is grimey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood - niggas might buck at me So I keep something around to buck back In my hood