Lyrical Breakdown of Back 4 That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Back 4 That" 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 "Back 4 That" 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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Real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullshit I'm on right now nigga, I've been on it
If I don't eat, nobody eat, cold in the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat
You'll know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs,
and dib or dab in the pie
He who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga? (yeah!), you thugged out? (yeah!)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year (yeah!)
You bust your gun nigga? (yeah!), you on the run nigga? (yeah!)
You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? (yeah!)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)
Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly
A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even have to see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
Aight now y'all niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN'T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside son (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' in whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind
Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
You're not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shall I proceed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you like loving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that
You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If y'all niggas want war, I got the mack for that
Run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that