Lyrical Breakdown of Hate It Or Love It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hate It Or Love It" 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 "Hate It Or Love It" 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, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh
Comin' up I was confused, my momma kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Ch-check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a four finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya
G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin' "Free Yayo"
So niggas better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
And I'm rap's M.V.P
Don't make me remind y'all what happened to D.C
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the doubts was out who gave the West Coast mouth-to-mouth?
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
From the beginnin' of the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change, it's stayin' the same
How many of them boys is witcha
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with the snub
'Cause niggas do a lot of slip talkin' in the club
'Til they coughing on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud
My role model was gone snortin' up his drugs
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin'
Holdin my weed in, never listen
If I see him, I'ma lift him
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales
As a youth, man, I used to hustle for loot
With that little deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin' Easy Jesus, rockin' Alesis
My momma whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang, that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homie, I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug 'bout, born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my .45
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me