Lyrical Breakdown of We Makin It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Foxy Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Makin It" 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 Foxy Brown 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 Foxy Brown's narrative.

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Intro: Yo, turn me up Verse 1 [Foxy]: What ya'll know bout bangin' out? Till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards Look, ya'll think we get this cash for? We gon' front till we die Throw that money in the sky homie I rock them Louis' ya'll know already But it's necessary I style in Burberry Young Fox I run hip-hop Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop Bet I be in that big body Rover Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers I'm an ill bitch I styles like I'm supposed to Niggas in the pen gettin' right off my posters In the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and I don't know how to act nigga My groove is on my team is strong Hey yo Gav please bring them motherfuckin' horns in Chorus [Young Gavin]: This is what we came to do Gettin' money playboy we ain't playin' wit' you Who the one that got the streets on lock Somebody better call the cops What we doin' huh? [Sung] We makin' it Fever hit Ya'll know it's Fox She keeps it hot Verse 2 [Foxy]: And I bring it to bitches for real Special delivery Five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid of me But I'm still here niggas I do this for Gav to keep them young boys runnin' through the ave Have the team lookin' good I be's in the hood Dubs on the wheels and Bs on the hood Pop 50 bottles halo to Hollywood I'm so gutter Acki sweat suit with the hood Might flip it on these bitches and throw on the Plein Sud Wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good Start our her label, she'll never be able Now I styles on niggas and I turn the tables Now meetings with Kev and Lyor at the round table In a three-quarter butter brown Sable Ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and I'm still on the grind Tryin' to appeal still beatin' Russell for mils (Chorus [Young Gavin] Verse 3 [Foxy]: Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week And it's hard to eat in these Brooklyn streets The truth is you bitches only live in a booth I move big sixty deuce that's Prada goose nigga Throw our money out our prowler roof I'm about to tightin' the noose they talkin' loose Man, me and Gav in them Lacs, Tyson's bout to get them belts back Brooklyn's back nigga