Lyrical Breakdown of Addicted (Feat. Juelz Santana) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Khaled weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Addicted (Feat. Juelz Santana)" 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 DJ Khaled employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Juelz Santana Eh Khaled, you done playing with them? Santana About to give them some real street shit One: Juelz Santana Big drop, gotta look big, nigga I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga I had the moddo, like "look big, nigga" It ain't about what small or what look big, nigga When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga Push big niggas to the point where they don't wanna push small niggas To the point, get the point, nigga? Crack dealer I been, since I don't know when 8, 9, 10, na, I don't know when I know I started early, started young, started dumb Started out as a runner, started out making my run I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers Fox was like "here, give this to Kiesha" Tell Kiesha to get that to T Tell T "get that back to me" Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent Straight out of boot camp My soldiers in the field marching Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3 Juelz Santana Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man I'm addicted Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know I'm addicted Murder, death, kill, anything goes I'm addicted I honor death before dishonor I'm addicted This ain't fiction, I lived it I'm addicted Two: Juelz Santana Come through on the first? Good, cause I make my best moves on the first First of the third, I be workin the Gotta break 'm all down, so every person gets surved I'm addicted to this life for me I live it, it's just right for me I can't coap with being broke, I never could Plus I prommised myself I never would Plus I can't forget the fact I have that Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin, bringing that Crakck back Cam, pass me the ice, Black or should I say magic Part of my slang, it's part of my bad habits Pardin my ring, it's just part of my swagger You don't like it, nigga, pardin my swagger I told a chick I'm addicted To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures I told her quick "I'm sort of a pimp, bitch" Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with It's none like me Not two, not three, not one like me Can't none get it done like me Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me Juelz Santana Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man I'm addicted Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know I'm addicted Murder, death, kill, anything goes I'm addicted I honor death before dishonor I'm addicted This ain't fiction, I lived it I'm addicted