Lyrical Breakdown of Poor Lil Rich - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Poor Lil Rich" 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 "Poor Lil Rich" 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.
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I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie

My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends

My whip saying quit playing bitch get in

My earring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty its only right that we ball together

I'm into bigger things ya niggaz ya know my style

Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow

My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick

That's why these niggaz is on my dick

Some hate me, some love my hits

Flex my man he gon bump my shit

See I'm alive man I really don't care

I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear

You try and play me I'ma blaze it in

My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggaz, copy niggaz like it's all good

Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood

I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama

I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar

See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front

I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)

My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps

You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump

Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up

I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up

See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat

I can't go commercial, they love me in the street

I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man

Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man

Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing

C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday

Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay

Porsche on Friday, I do things my way

Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway

Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game

But she don't know me, she only know my nickname

Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed

These young boys, they done got they own work man

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

I was a poor nigga

Now I'm a rich nigga

Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga

You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga

In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga