Lyrical Breakdown of Part Of The Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Part Of The Game" 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 "Part Of The Game" 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, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidе
Beef with the best of 'em, donе shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check,
Boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)
Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break you're dead
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)
Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh), bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)
Runnin' 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll
Be no complications (Haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)
It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Deebo it like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems,
Got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot,
We pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)
As you drivin',
There'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)
Not your hoe man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE the Top Shotta my nigga)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)
Oh, oh
Welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah