Lyrical Breakdown of What Up Gangsta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Up Gangsta" 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 "What Up Gangsta" 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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G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, bright ring bigot bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around