Lyrical Breakdown of Gun Runner - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gun Runner" 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 "Gun Runner" 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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-- Synced by NoMan --
Aww man... who the fuck is callin'?
I don't even wanna answer this shit... Hello?
Whattup nigga it's Black. Remember me from way back?
We used to go to school together. Man, I got your number from Heather
She said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
And if I like it I'll cop. Damm nigga, you hot
You talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked
What time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em
Pullin' up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what I'm workin' wit'
First I showed him the Teck, I told him Niggas give these shits respect
But you don't want this, Man. These shits is known to jam
This is a little smaller here
And a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
And this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid
Two shots and you can wet like half a block
This shit here gets my dick hard
It's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
If you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop
C'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot
Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got
Aight, nigga look, I got Two 380's, one black one chrome
And 4 glocks, they all hold 21 shots
Look, I done been through all my shit nigga
So tell me what you want
It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all
Oh, you gon' do me like that? I got one more piece to show you
My Deringer, I keep it in the small of my back
It's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it
Look at you now, you had to get it
Your BM? I'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it
Park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack
Then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
He gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
Said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet"