Lyrical Breakdown of Murda Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murda Man" 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 Boosie Badazz 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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Murda, Murda, Murda Man probably lookin' for that other man Murda, Murda, Murda Man, is it true what everybody sayin'? Man, they say that nigga the Murda, Murda, Murda Man (Murda, Murda, Murda, man) All these steppers thirsty, man Let's get him gone, why? (Why?) They follow you home, yeah (Yeah) I heard them bullets go to flyin', when they playin' with the Murda Man [Verse 1: Youngboy Never Broke Again] Straight out them trenches, addin' to listin' When they flip 'em, send it Bullets gon' penetrate through his body, this a real business Really a member, one in a million, better stand attention Bitch, I say, "Don't bring me up in no mentions" We fucked over his partner, we pull up, put eight in his body This shit for that North, who gon' get it? Step on that nigga, stomp on him, then pick up that body I got too many hats with that glizzy I throw a brick, and don't hide it, them pussy-ass niggas already know who the fuck sent it I'm Bo', guardin' that boy, I'ma take the stick and push 'em over From the waist and I cut it, and I got to hit it from the shoulder "Keep a flag around the blick, he get blitzed," is what I told 'em He wan' watch and I got him, cutthroat him, show that boy Magnolia Hop out, hit with that choppa, I'm finna show that boy a Soulja Tryna stop it, I pop it, soon as it click, I'm gon' reload it (Murder) Chorus: Boosie Badazz] Murda, Murda, Murda Man probably lookin' for that other man Murda, Murda, Murda Man, is it true what everybody sayin'? Man, they say that nigga the Murda, Murda, Murda Man (Murda, Murda, Murda, man) All these steppers thirsty, man Let's get him gone, why? (Why?) They follow you home, yeah (Yeah) I heard them bullets go to flyin', when they playin' with the Murda Man (Bossman) [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] We get to the business, I step for Lil Ivy I'm droppin' that bag, I got these niggas hidin' (Yeah) Oh, bitch, you on pills and out of your body? Your blood gon' roll all over this Glock (Woo) It's me and Lil Top, we sittin' 'round countin' this cash Be waitin' on niggas to crash, I got some niggas'll sit you down, nigga, just to sit 'round Badazz (Just to sit 'round Badazz) Oh, you want me to crash? Well, fuck with him (Yeah) That's my lil' nigga, Lil' Tootie Slim You know we be steppin', that bottom my section, if somethin' probably happen', that's Boosie'nem (Boosie'nem) Oh, they say that was Ghost and Lil' Ruger'nem (Murder) Newspaper say they my shooter friend (Murder) I started rules across the track, you close his casket, I double that (Murder, murder) Man, they got some lil' steppers, go fuck with that (Ugh) They love the fuck out of Torrence Hatch (Murder) You make a song and we make a pack (Murder) Follow you home and shoot through the glass (Grrah) Man, fuck that lil' nigga, let's switch his ass (Switch his ass) Since he a clown, let's IT his ass (Fuck that nigga) Just gave my lil' stepper 10K upfront, nigga You owe me one, nigga (I got you) [Chorus: Boosie Badazz] Murda, Murda, Murda Man probably lookin' for that other man Murda, Murda, Murda Man, is it true what everybody sayin'? Man, they say that nigga the Murda, Murda, Murda Man (Murda, Murda, Murda, man) All these steppers thirsty, man Let's get him gone, why? (Why?) They follow you home, yeah (Yeah) I heard them bullets go to flyin', when they playin' with the Murda Man [Outro] They say that boy's the Murda, Murda, Murda Man All these steppers thirsty, man Let's get him gone They follow you home Bullets fly for the Murda Man Better not play with the Murda Man Do not play Do not play Do not play, they call him the Murda Man Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man (You know his name) (They call him the Murda Man) Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man (They find where you stay) Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man Murda Man, Murda Man, Murda Man