Lyrical Breakdown of Both Sides - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Both Sides" 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 "Both Sides" 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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Burr gang, leave a n- cold (What's happening, Chi Chi?) It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got guns and we got g., but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n- your size These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties I made it from the streets, it ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah) It's hot as mercury, these boys'll murk you on these streets These b- double dutch, so quick to jump a nigga sheets Got niggas slick competin' with niggas I ain't even competin' (Facts) If you talk behind my back, no need to dap me when you see me (No) 'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement A real d- boy, I make it flood in any season While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason I showed some n- cannons, they mistook that I was weak (Weak) I told them I was stackin', they just thought that I was cheap (Cheap) If I took it, I was mad, I still ain't finna give it back No, "Oops, sorry, my bad," consider that sh- as a tax (Sorry) So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match (Damn) This M- came with a shoulder strap, the only thing retract (Yup) FourPF and one, zero, one, seven four tires, we flat And we ain't with that pitty-pat sh-, we rat-ta-ta-tat (Tat) It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got g- and we got g-, but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n- your size These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties Doin' songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it's a robber, put your hands up The see me, they switch the channel, I'm the real deal, Atlanta Ain't no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantle Tuck my sh-, I got my hammer, f- that b-, ain't got no manners Can't hit that sh-, that's not my standard She copied my dripped, she like me Grandma I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin' 'round in these dirty Phantoms I'm 'bout gettin' business and ain't sittin' in no worries I ain't with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one Fatter than the last one We be takin' sh-, no askin', we be breakin' bricks no passin' Everybody lit, go ask, I be in the 'Vette, the fast one And I got the CA, you don't wanna see them It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side Y'all got g- and we got g-, but we don't post ours Look, you poppin' like the giant, he just 4'5" Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides These n- gon' end up, they keep on playin' both sides They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties