Lyrical Breakdown of You Be Killin 'Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Be Killin 'Em" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Be Killin 'Em" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.

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Nice Oh Oh You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, ah-ah, oh You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for two days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, FaceTime Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand 'em the tone You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, ah-ah, oh Yeah, I know that's what they all says She got a donkey with her, Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playing with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, ah-ah, oh Had to let you know (You be killin' 'em) (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em, ah-ah, oh) All the ladies (to all the ladies) (You be killin' 'em) I'd like to congratulate you (you be killin' 'em) Congratulations (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em) And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes, ah-ah, oh