Lyrical Breakdown of Robbery - Pt. 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Robbery - Pt. 2" 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 "Robbery - Pt. 2" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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This very necessary, very legendary... 50
If I'm not ya favorite, I wanna know why
Niggas be stuntin, frontin, with the chrome on the cadillac
End up hog tied, mouth gagged, get hit upside the head with the gat
Nigga where the stash at, cash at? the grams and the bricks of raw
I done told ya one time, but for the last time
Don't make me put ya brains on the floor
This is a stick up bitch, get the fuck on the floor
Buck search the bedroom, Banks hold down the door
P, What we got?
10 g's, you gotta be more
These nigga sell weight, dun they gotta have raw
Bitch, one more time, you move on the floor,
And Ima hit ya and send ya ass off to the lord
Man, i seen it in my dreams, we suppose to be rich
50 this is it, i ain't feelin this shit
Spider, niggas in the hood, they said they had cash
Remind me not to listen to Yayo and Hav
D-tay and fox, billy and fame
Got us out this bitch like its a motha fuckin game
First there's one shot, then two shots
And ya laid out on the floor
Ya bleed til ya in shock and ya heart stops
And they view yo ass in the morgue
Maybe in ya next life, you'll get shit right
And this shit won't happen again
Come stunt through my hood, like its all good
And we runnin up in ya crib
Southside, tell me you miss me, tell me you love me, HAHA
It's 50, yall already know what im about, live from london! HAHA
I'm comin back man, its my last trip through there, man i'm comin back
Know what I'm sayin? i'm a see whats left of yall niggas man
You know? a lot of funny shits been goin on in and its been killin me, not to kill you
I'm a tell u niggas the truth right, i woulda been killed me, if i wasn't me.
Ya'll niggas is sweet, and that nigga kev leek is a snitch,
God damn nigga! thats why u aint neva go to jail nigga? ah shit
Not kev, not cool ass kev, ah man... fuck it!