Lyrical Breakdown of Give It to Ya - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Give It to Ya" 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 "Give It to Ya" 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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If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't wanna talk to ya Cause how you let a nigga in the feds out do you I'm not politically correct cause bitch I ain't no politician I can't hang round none of you Niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin' But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you How you bitches let these bogus ass niggas sleep with you I can't live with you lay with you, take that pussy with you I can't put up with you, Play with you, I ain't got free dick to give you They tried to cool with ya chill with ya take no pictures What the fuck I look like standing by you police ass niggas How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you I'm laughing to myself cause these rappers so broke They sold no dope they don't want no smoke How they let a nigga in the feds out do em I ain't got no rap I let my chopper talk to em A nigga need me, I don't need no nigga I'm the shooter and the boss I don't need no killer The money that he make don't make me richer I'm the slickest nigga walkin' I don't need no feature Sittin on the hood of my brand new Bentley Old neighborhood with some brand new jewelry Big diamond rings like a old school preacher Bitch let a nigga out the feds come beat ya How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you How you let a nigga in the feds How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you How you let a nigga in the feds out do you