Lyrical Breakdown of Hit 'Em Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hit 'Em Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hit 'Em Up" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.
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Ooh, yeah, yeah
You know how we pullin' up (It's JoeFromYO)
Yeah (Elo on the beat)
You know how we pullin' up
We might not be big
But you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us
Fuck around and catch a headshot, red dot, hit 'em up
And even with my eyes closed now, I see how they don't fuck with us
But, fuck it, you know me
You know I'm gon' run it up, plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular
Now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer
I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na-na-na, na-na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga
So I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pullin' up, yeah, nigga, you know how we-
Give it up
I swear nigga, you a dead, dead nigga, you tried to set me up
Niggas be scared
They go to the feds and they start to singing, na, na, na
Be careful with these rat niggas out
Here actin' like they with you, nah, nah, nah
It's only my niggas, we get high nigga, smokin' la-la-la, la-la
Some fly niggas, and we always gon' keep it a 100 like 95 plus five
I know many men wishin' death up on me, niggas is tryna take my life
So I keep a friend with a F&N, that nigga always by my side
You know how we pullin' up, yeah, nigga
You know how we pullin' up
We might not be big
But you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us (No, no)
Fuck around and catch a headshot, red dot, hit 'em up (Uh, uh)
And even with my eyes closed now
I see how they don't fuck with us (Yeah)
But, fuck it, you know me
You know I'm gon' run it up, plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular
Now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer
I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na-na-na, na-na (Na)
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga
So I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pullin' up, yeah, nigga, you know how we-
Huh, yeah, you know how we pullin' up
Back to back in them foreigns
When I start the engine, I push a button (Skrrt)
Still reminisce them days when people said I wouldn't be good, nah
Had my head down
Now I hop in the Wraith and see stars when I'm lookin' up (Skrrt)
And I dare a nigga try to bully us (Bully us)
Got a chopper with big bullets if he thinkin' he big and tough
I'm with Boogie, my hoodie up (Hoodie up)
I go seven-thirty with this 30 off Perky's, I'm booted up
Run up, I'm shootin' somethin'
Glock 19 with a beam, make a move and I'll prove a point
Hop out that Urus truck
Know we coming with the 19 whenever we hit the club, yeah
You know how we pullin' up
We might not be big
But you can't fight no bullets, so don't try to bully us (No, no)
Fuck around and catch a headshot, red dot, hit 'em up (Uh, uh)
And even with my eyes closed now
I see how they don't fuck with us (Yeah)
But, fuck it, you know me
You know I'm gon' run it up, plus I'm gon' double up, up, up
I used to be regular
Now I'm a young nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer
I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na-na-na, na-na (Na)
And I'm a bread winner, yeah, nigga
So I'm stacking my cheddar up, up, up
You know how we pullin' up, yeah, nigga, you know how we-