Lyrical Breakdown of Real Shooter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Shooter" 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 "Real Shooter" 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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Man what the fuck this nigga want Shit 4:30 in the morning Calling a nigga this fucking early this nigga him crazy Phone rang it's my nigga G tryna get some vick Boss man what's happening with ya nigga Let me clear the business Yo I got it but not this instance Yo boss them boys slipped it Before y'all get in position we gon stalk him and we gon flip him We ain't talking if they come get us on the statement Where's my lawyer You know Jason on the way when the cold in and murder Not talking man what's important Anybody can shoot Y'all go for all that shit But now them boys be with Boosie We stomp you out like a movie big curvy and 20 uzi's Fuck with us boy you stupid We clutch and we all go use it Fuck with us y'all go lose it We won street wars nigga So ain't no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard I sent an army of commandos and Rambos Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles not binoculars Smash and go eat tilapia Laugh at you over dinner Focus in eyes open there's not laughing when we in that rental I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter Lay by your house for you Or set the bitch off for you Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter I know a man myth I know an old dog These niggas love me They call me they big dog It don't matter who you is nigga We gon get the big dog Cut the head off the body fall like when ivy dive Ride or die Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back Gon saw that he quavers since he had a fucking problem 5 to the face 6 to the body You know you die of Rover Red still on my passenger side nigga I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter Lay by your house for you Or set the bitch off for you Or make some white chalk for me and don't talk back I got the real shooter That's in jail for it Ring a nigga bell for it They'll never say no I got the real shooter Shoot em up bang bang (you better run from em) You better run from it (you better run) You better run from it (you better run) We got that bond money I got the real shooter (You better run from 'em) (You better run from 'em) We got that bond money I got the real shooter They like their homework (they do their homework) They like their homework (they like their homework) They do their homework (they like their homework) I got the real shooter They like their homework (they do their homework) They do their homework (they like their homework) They like their homework I got the real shooter We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch On my lap there's my strap my pocket monster We known riding on the hunt with a rocket launch On my lap there's my strap my pocket monster Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Raise round some sick niggas with some sick waves Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I got the real shooter (Oh that body go stiffer, that body go stiffer)