Lyrical Breakdown of It Ain't - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It Ain't" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It Ain't" 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 Geto Boys employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Niggas hangin' deep on the cut Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86 And 1987 I was swore into the clique All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof? Car down crush? and fresh paint Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat It's 1993 new bounds are being broken If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' Cause I remember back when the nigga had green Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you Everythings cool I'm the niggas man Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand But I just walked away and left his shit to hang Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick A nigga say "what up?" I look around and I say "This!" And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit Scarface talking: Huh like it ain't shit yeah. I thought you knew. It ain't shit. Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey Reminisced on fast times past times and shit Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps I knew he had some drama I didn't even have to ask it Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' FUCK I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta Now here take two motherfuckin' slugs (bang) Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a glock motherfuckers I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools It ain't shit It ain't shit you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.