Lyrical Breakdown of WHO SHOT YA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WHO SHOT YA" 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 "WHO SHOT YA" 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.
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That's the sound of the man, cockin' that thang -
That thaaaang That's the sound of the man, clappin' that
Thang - thaaang Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who
Shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the
Burnin', I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me
Cuz I'm on the edge I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The
Fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took
The hit on me couldn't shoot this Say I'm skinny now, but I
Look big in the coupe-dee My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. done
Tripped and do the sets again Got shot the fuck up tryin'
To rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all
Niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and
Don diva Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name
Ain't preacher If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don't
Treat ya If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me
Teach ya This flow's God sent, it's bound to reach ya
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray,
Revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin,
You don't want problems Problem child And why can't you be man enough To tell me
Where you're comin' from They say you
Can never repay the price for takin' a man's life I'm in
Debt with Christ, I done did that twice I'm nice, y'all
Niggas can't hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, y'all niggas can't
Bang wit fifty Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a
Nine Face stone and the cross, there's a bitch I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check C-N-N for the "War Report" See the drama
Got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the
Light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas ain't gon'
Do me like Sammy did Gotti I do it myself, I don't need no
Help Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood
Bully Give me a minute, I'll take a fuckin' car with a
Pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
Niggas jumped me cuz they couldn't beat me one-on-one
I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for
Seven Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass
I got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin When I
Die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again I'm the young buck
That let the gun buck Roll the window down and say: "'Sup
Up, niggas get ready to duck" My heart is a house homie,
Fear don't live here Nigga believe me when I say I don't
Care Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons Even
When my luck's hard I still count my blessings See that
Look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin' Spent time on my
Cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy I'ma smell
You when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay
Couldn't live in my tier