Lyrical Breakdown of Straight To The Bank - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Straight To The Bank" 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 "Straight To The Bank" 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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Yeah, when I'm out in N.Y., boy it's blunts and phillies

When I'm out in L.A., boy it's wraps and swishes

Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this

Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this

Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

I'm in my Lambo, maggot, my fo' fo', faggot

Doors lift up I'm like Go-Go Gadget

See the shit I got on, homey I hate too

My teflon arm brought my government issues

I'll hit your vertebrae, bullets rip through tissues

Your wife on the futon huggin' the shih tzu

Homey you a bitch, you got feminine ways

Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days

I got fo' fifths and bananas on the case

And got more whips than a runaway slave

Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades

When I made fifty mill, Em got paid

When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid

When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid

I ain't even gotta rap now life is made

Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin'

I see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll

I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold

Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads

Seventy Three Caprice, old school when I roll

Breeze pass with the E Pass fuck the toll

No more platinum, I'm wearin' gold

I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow

That brings enough dough, it's never enough though

Shit I need mo', I need shit out the sto'

Baby Blue was old fresh out the flo'

Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war

Make the purple bring the green in, fuck the law

I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure

I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy

I set the club on fire I told ya

I'm the general, salute me soldier

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

(Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)

I'm laughin'

Now work it out now, shorty work it out

I wanna see you break it down

Now back it up now, you know what I'm about

It's like a bank job, I'm rentin' them out

Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

Now work it out now, work it out, work it out