Lyrical Breakdown of Hit You Up (Ft. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hit You Up (Ft. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)" 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 "Hit You Up (Ft. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo)" 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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This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
When I grip the Tec
Kiss the deck
I'll spray at you're way
Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay Kay Kay
Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today
Look at my soldiers to get 'em is all I got to say
Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize
Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move
Get a real good look, but don't scheme cause I got my pistol
Ain't none of y'all this smooth, Platinum on wrist blue
Wrist poppin' bling green by the fist full
I'm smokin' on good
Don't ride through the wrong hood
Unless you got a vest on
That Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
It's the general homie thats commanding these invasions
My semi-automatic ravin'
Stay blazin'
The Rover be Eggshell White
Shorty leaned over but I'm aggy cause she got an over-bite
I got your baby's mother
Movin' motherloads of Coke
For Louis Vuitton name belts, bags and coats
Homie we rich you're bitch a rug rat
Thats why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck
Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up