Lyrical Breakdown of Lifes On The Line - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lifes On The Line" 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 "Lifes On The Line" 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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Nobody likes me Nobody likes me but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all! I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie? For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, capsules come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me If you gonna make me catch you on the late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit Unless, he say, she said, "She on my dick" It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once In the hood they like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em" "You heard that shit?", "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up Keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin', you get killed like that Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me nigga, WHAT? Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch her on the late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six