Lyrical Breakdown of Thug Storeys - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thug Storeys" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thug Storeys" 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga would pull up in brand new Caddies, packed-up full of broads Bossin, flossin, all his ghetto superstar Until some young niggas decided they was gon pull his card And one night when he came home, they was in the bushes in his yard As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they ammunation, but they didn't hit him, they missed him (oh shit, hot damn!) So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin off his shit And hit one of them niggas back off in the skillet, left him with his wig-split And one of the niggas, he dropped his GUN and started to RUN As soon as he took one step, the nigga was DONE, DONE, he was DONE! He took a shot to the abdomen, and as he blasted the last one He'll survive it, but they won't be alive to tell that - thug story Livin in the city is really, no nuts, no glory, no nuts, no glory, glory glory... Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! We come with the ones, we come with the guns, we come with the heat that go bang! Backin them brains, deep in the hood, it still is an everyday thang, shit! Just last week, a nigga was comin from work, to feed his kids Got caught in the crossfire, we couldn't take the shit he did Always the innocent feelin the losses in the ghetto And if you're from here, you probably is a rebel! That been through some shit, seen some shit you couldn't bear Only a few make it out, niggas dead or in jail I figured that I would just give you my story! Forever I'm thuggin, it's the only thang for me! Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, every night, gettin drunk Prove I'm not a punk, sellin my llell on the first of the month Smokin sherm, sticks and blunts, known for layin niggas down Anything you want, I'll get it, I'mma claim the whole town I'm a nigga, you'sa nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggas Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too? We got some, we got some Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! I gotta story for your ass... I remember hustlin down on the corner, that's what thugstas do! Then it got too hectic, wanted my money got all my own crew! Why work so hard, let these other niggas stack mine up and snatch shit? Everything was good at the few licks, but niggas got greedy, aw shit! Recruited the law, that's when, thangs went downhill All she had to do was swipe his keys, dump 'em and put 'em right back there But I guess he seen her, cause we got that heat He was waiting right there, there, waitin right there! Shots went out, everybody runs except baby-girl I, turn around to see your boy get one in baby girl And we can't leave her, not like that, not like that! But damn, I think she gone! Here come the po-pos and we scrap, scrap! So we made our getaway, and had to lay low, law low! But it ain't over, till one of us sees that crossroads! But damn, carmern comes right back, comes right back Same old niggas shot dead over six eight and craps, damn! Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories!