Lyrical Breakdown of Black Tee (Chopped & Screwed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Tee (Chopped & Screwed)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Tee (Chopped & Screwed)" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I rob rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee You can catch me all in a nigga house wit a black tee Gucci Mane, lil' flair got a million dollar mouthpiece Black Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask Leaving out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag Black Tee, black rag, even got a black mask Leaving out ya house, thirty pounds in my book bag Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den Fran Franchise hate me, probably wanna kill me Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me Fresh Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt Fresh Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt Fresh Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt Gucci so gutter he'll steal money out ya purse Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church Ya love Ya love white tees now ya face on the shirt Black tee, black beat, trapping on the front street Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat Black tee, black beat, trapping on the front street Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat Black tee, black beat, trapping on the front street Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me Bubble gum wappin' ass niggas can't smoke me Rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I rob rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee Repping UGK and BAT in his black te Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee Free Pimp C on the back of his black tee Gucci chain swinging on the front of his black tee Cadillac swinging, smoking blunts in his black tee Gucci chain swinging on the front of his black tee Cadillac swinging, smoking blunts in his black tee Gucci chain swinging on the front of his black tee Cadillac swinging, smoking blunts in his black tee Stunt in his black tee, Ball in his black tee It ain't just me pimping we all got a black tee And I got a 1-2 Bun Got 36 O's for the 2-1 Jeezy bout them green guys Got H-town going for the ten or fives Jeezy bout them green guys Got H-town going for the ten or fives Jeezy bout them green guys Got H-town going for the ten or fives I'm talking cornflakes Black inner tubes wrapped in black duck tape Say it again dog to make sure that you heard me' Got my four-x black tee up under my jersey Rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I rob rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I got the all black Chevy on all black rims Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims I got the all black Chevy on all black rims Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims I got the all black Chevy on all black rims Keep a small black gat in my all black Tims On the all-black leather there's a all-black mack Trying to snatch get ya black ass blowed the fuck back 44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract Gorillas wit banana clips going monkey in the back They'll put yo ass in that black box, laid out flat Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back street Chilling by a black Cadillac on sum black feet Scrappy in a Chevy watching Scarface on the flat screen Told y'all constantly, ride wit the pump wit me Yup in my black tee, wit the nine underneath I ain't gotta keep telling y'all niggas I'ma G I'ma just cock back and leave sum blood on ya teeth Rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I rob rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I'm s-stainless in my black tee Remaining in my black tee On the grind cause I like to shine in my black tee Diamond glistening cross plus the background is a black tee Thieve then come back spraying rounds in my black tee 4-Tre, I want war in my black tee Fuck them, probably never wore a black tee Working in my black tee, smoking purple in my black tee I'm looking for twelve all out yo curtain in my black tee Fuck a white tee, I got my black tee and vest on Fuck a sturdy shot, I'm going straight for the bread home I don't know why y'all niggas dropped move b Cause now Raheem'll show ya punk ass a tree Bust nuts in my black tee, sluts in my black tee Now I'm smoking nothing but blunts in my black tee Saw me in Valve then tried to fight me Just the same monkey shorty don't take me lightly Rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee I rob rob in my black tee Hit licks in my black tee All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank It) I kill kill in my black tee I steal steal in my black tee I'm real so I gotta keep it trill in my black tee

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