Lyrical Breakdown of Queens - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Queens" 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 "Queens" 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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[Chorus - 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing, mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim and what hood we from We say Queens! Queens! Queens! [First Verse - Prodigy] Now we're tuned with the sounds of the best Niggaz that ever do it and still doin' it the best This is what it sound like, over in QU The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some henny, light a dutch Smokin' back to back bogies, you scared to death son Out here is real tough, niggaz'll line you up Real sharp like the barber, get your hair cut! [Second Verse - 50 Cent] I bang bang and boogie, ya blood on my hoodie You outside stuntin' with ya jewellery all goodie Is easy, mayne, believe me mayne When I heard of a jux that'll ease the pain I'm the shittiest nigga, I cut the prettiest nigga From his ear to his chin, I don't care if you his friends Yeah, I did it back then, and I'll do it again I catch a flashback on ya jack and wave the Mac 10, "Man, Take That Shit Off!" [Chorus - 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing, mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim and what hood we from We say Queens! Queens! Queens! [Verse 3 - LL Cool J] I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't rinse soundscans I wish Rick 'n' Russell was back, I miss tha old Def Jam Cos them new monkies act like they don't know who I am! The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn Now they on the balls again, cos Fifty my man?! It's a Queens thing, doofy, this is how we do We rep our hood, goofy, how bout you? This is L talkin' not some Patrón and trees Look at the calibre of playas that roll with me Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be And ya'll payin' the respect that niggaz owe to me Queens, nigga! [Chorus - 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing, mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim and what hood we from We say Queens! Queens! Queens! [Verse 4 - Kool G] Yeah we Queens dude, ya know what it is pap They walk upon you force you in the whip, barrels poked in ya ribs pap Glare from a six shot, bills wallin' the hiccup Apes with a shaper from C76 block Queens home of the gulliest goons fuzzy the goon With fifty calibre gun smoke, mac 1 and 1 toast Back when I slung dope, sling a batch Stainless gat packed it back to the D.O.C. and the Run crew Played the P.E. logo, put in front of the gun scope Queens hear me boy boy, bring it here where they slump folks Dizzy with the cateridge -n - ready on your marks you spin Got their hands shakin' like parkinson ya feel me? [Chorus - 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing, mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim and what hood we from We say Queens! Queens! Queens! [Verse 5 - Tony Yayo] My seat laid back Finger on the trigger Tints on the hoopty, listenin' to Thriller "Mama se, mama sa, Mama coo sa" I got sixteen shots in my Ruger I put one in ya brain, ya medulla I'm in Southside Queens with my Luger I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Kruger But I'm not from Elm Street, I'm from GUY BREWER R Yeah! [Chorus - 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing, mayne If ya ask us what zip we claim and what hood we from We say Queens! Queens! Queens!