Lyrical Breakdown of What You Ride For - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What You Ride For" 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 "What You Ride For" 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.
• 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 Jadakiss's narrative.

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What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp, whomp) Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut when you ballin' on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin' a home Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block Yes, I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks Hide the gun if you can't afford cops So ain't no tellin' where your boy rots I employ Rotts that be wildin' off the rocks Speak in fives, like gimme what you got And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X. We real raw, my dog collar signin' with the R and R Fuck with me, you blow up with your car like dog How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay, alright, bring it on Touch me, you ashes (Boy) I'm a leave you gaseous (Uh huh) I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (Woo!) You play the game raw, I make a fuckin' mess (Blaow!) You play thug in the streets, I'm wavin' at your chest (Nigga) You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets While finessin' your baby momma, 'coz my mind shawty While you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest And leave you dead in the party like soakin' wet That's what happens when you flex In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp, whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp, whomp) I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga Eight mackin' with no, fake shit nigga Coast to coast tossin' hoes with my clique nigga Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'kiss nigga Dirty money, the only way for this nigga Hustle after hustle, tryin' to be a rich nigga If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga We pimpin' hard charge it all to a bitch nigga Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga Fuckin' with me is like, jumpin' off a cliff nigga And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga Pure pimpin' from my brain to my lips nigga Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga We call 'em slabs in New York, they call 'em whips nigga One hundred baby, Eightball gotta dip nigga Uh, uh, uh uh uh Uh, uh, yo when I'm loadin' the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em That's why I stopped coppin' the guns with safeties on 'em When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch With the mac, servin' niggaz "Eightballs" and up You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money The rims that I'm sittin' on is in they late twenties Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and If they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em This is for my South niggaz Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz Let's ride out niggaz Everybody gon' follow the bitches Until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that Nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though What you ride for? What you die for? 'Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp, whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some niggaz that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp) What you ride for? What you die for? Bounce! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (Whomp, whomp)