Lyrical Breakdown of You Know What We Bout - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Know What We Bout" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Know What We Bout" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.

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Yo Silkk What up? Tell Jigga we need four apples, two bananas, five oranges For sho'? Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Aight, get 'em on the phone From my block to your block, nigga The world belongs to who? The world belongs to us (Hey) Niggas do what you want to, huh, what you wanna do, huh, what? The streets, bitch, belong to us (Us) Niggas do what you want to, huh, what you wanna do, huh, what? Yo, from the South to the East, shit, from the streets to the 'burbs I'm catchin' these niggas in talks, damn, they speeches be slurred You know me, mista got dough, mista got flow Couldn't figure out which one I wanted more of them, so mista got both If you hate me, stop, if you're jealous Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Roc-A-Fella Niggas used to cop bricks for thirty Now I do numbers, sit back and drop hits, ya heard me? I ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' thug that got rich, ya heard me? Drop the topless, high or not Call Jay, tell him, "Throw them all out, I'm comin' to shop in Jersey" You know what I did, you know how I come You wouldn't even think about testin' Me, dawg, if you know what I done Didn't change a bit, I'm still thuggin' Niggas askin' how much money I got Nigga, do the math, you know how to add on P, nigga? I can't tell y'all nothin', I gotta show y'all Nigga, I'm real in this, I'm real as it gets, I told y'all Yo, I sleep through the rain, sleep through the pain You would know about me but you don't, 'cause, know why? 'Cause you was asleep when I came But I'm here now, got somethin' to fear now Nigga, look, plan on bein' on top Don't stop, plan on bein' hot year 'round I do it for no love, I do it for the thugs Do it for my block, do it for the VIPs watchin' the club It's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call cocked dice We know some hard-ass niggas that live the hard-knock life From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop You know what we do, you know what we 'bout You know what we do, you know what we 'bout (Ah) From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop From the ghetto to the suburbs (Yeah), from March to the 3rd (Yeah) You know how we do when we come through (Yeah), ya heard? Yeah, in the South, nigga, deep in the four-door (Six) Watchin' that old dog (Shit) Or in the club, bitches shakin' they ass off Poppin' my fours off (Nigga), ain't nothin' changed Or catch me on the block with thugs knockin' them O's off (Uh) Baggin' that 'dro, nigga, stackin' that dough Clappin' at foes and I'm laughin' at hoes (Uh) Holdin' them dice and I'm breakin' your bank You see shit Roc-A-Fella make with the tape Even without the airplay, platinum off of "Hearsay" It's your year, Jay, get off my dick Been my year, you talkin' to a winner here Iceberg when I swear, linen shear My style intact, money ain't come from rap And we can take it right back if it comes to that Block or Billboard, you gotta feel, dawg I stay real, y'all, that's how I kill y'all From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop You know what we do, you know what we 'bout You know what we do, you know what we 'bout From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop From the ghetto to the suburbs, from March to the 3rd You know how we do when we come through, ya heard? (Hey) I used to rap, now B-ball's my life Who that house on the lake for? The kids and the wife Check the bank account, it's seven figures Who that Rolls in the video for? It's my niggas I got game, ask the players and the pros Who got shot? It ain't my fault he overdosed (Nah, it ain't my fault) Independent, black-owned, my world, my country No Limit and Roc-A-Fella run this like drug money So can I get a "Huh, huh?" (Huh, huh?) A "What, what?" (What, what?) Pass the weed, 'cause soldiers like to puff lye Niggas from the South to the East, baby, baby A couple of "Ugh," now they gotta pay me Them flip tricks with ghetto chicks with no picks And nines with no clips, insides with no chips Compared to slope, from cheddar to dough Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z, the rodest niggas you know (Hey) From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop You know what we do, you know what we 'bout You know what we do, you know what we 'bout From my block to your block, it's a sure shot We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop From the ghetto to the suburbs, from March to the 3rd You know how we do when we come through, ya heard? (That's my word) Get your money, dawg, get your money, y'all Get your money, dawg, get your money, y'all Get your money, dawg, get your money, y'all Get your— (What? What?) Get your money, dawg (Get your— what?) From the South, to the Midwest, to the East, to the West Forever, now get y'all money, y'all From my block to your block, it just don't stop We out to get dough, out to get more, so the flow don't stop Never