Lyrical Breakdown of For Da Fam (Green Mix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "For Da Fam (Green Mix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jadakiss weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "For Da Fam (Green Mix)" 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 Jadakiss employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Cocaine in my DNA (yeah)
And my blood is E&J
Cocaine in my DNA (yeah)
And my blood is E&J (brrah)
Cocaine in my DNA (yeah)
And my blood is E&J
Rather see him bleed than to see him pay (is you ready?)
D-Block nigga, we don't play (D-Block)
(I-I-I-I-Invasion, The Evil Genius)
Yeah, yo, the game's getting old (uh-huh), shawty's going up top
Coming home a little bigger with waves and parole (Green Lantern)
The dope's in the hole, the fiend's all lined up
Everybody tre pound down and .9'd up (let's go)
Money short, no telling where you could wind up (uh-uh)
Gangs of the New York, lotta soft niggas signed up
Nothin' like the feeling you get when you bust the K (nothin')
I can do back-to-back bullets, won't touch a tre
Me Gus n K (yep), real pimpin' (yeah)
In a big shipment of somethin' that taste different (south)
Hollow tips turn grown men back into infants (yeah)
Two trap houses, Greensboro and Winston
Summer's behind the wall, other niggas is fenced in (uh)
Couple of 'em just touched down that just did ten (what?)
Cut ain't bad enough for staples, you get stitched in (stitches)
Lucky that the doctor was even able to fix him (lucky)
Yeah, what the fuck could you tell me? (What)
Red and green stipe or the capital LV (Louis V)
If I don't make it, all that means is that I failed me (me)
So either I'ma make a hit record or sell D (D)
Heh, I'm trying to do both (trying)
Bars top of the line, 'bout a nine on the dope (Green Lantern)
Balcony, looking at your mind on the scope (uh)
Devil telling me do it, but the angel saying nope (nah)
Made it out the jail, you lucky nobody cut you (you licky)
Go into the hoe screaming and nobody touch you (ahh)
Looking for the foul, and that's where the trouble's at (trouble)
Say death come in threes, but I can double that (double)
Any narcotic in the world, I can bubble that (bubble)
Infatuated with the drug game, but in love with rap (uh-huh)
Cocaine in my DNA (yeah)
And my blood is E&J
Cocaine in my DNA (yeah)
And my blood is E&J (it's that custom-made shit)
Cocaine in my DNA (Evil Genius shit)
And my blood is E&J (woo)
Rather see him bleed than to see him pay (bleed)
D-Block nigga, we don't play (D-Block)
We just started, poop
Kiss my ass
Remix the joint you had