Lyrical Breakdown of Plug On Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Plug On Em" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Plug On Em" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.

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God! Oh, what a feelin' when the stars in the ceiling Smokin' Cubans (ayy) in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings (feelings) They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing (yeah, Snofall) Close my eyes and proceed to manifest ('fest) Dieme bulletproof, Louis V vest (yeah) What I studied in the streets so I'm knowin' it's a test (test) Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast (hey, DJ Drama) Oh, what a feelin' when the stars in the ceiling Smokin' Cubans (ayy) in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing (damn) Close my eyes and proceed to manifest ('fest) Dieme bulletproof, Louis V vest (yeah) What I studied in the streets so I'm knowin' it's a test (test) Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast (hey, DJ Drama) Nine hundred for the wings, three bands for the thighs (thighs) When you take it out the pot, same color as the fries (woo) Still havin' motion, why y'all actin' so surprised? (Surprised) Same job, same work, why y'all actin' so deprived? (Snofall) Get my money, mind my business, I'm just tryna catch a vibe (vibe) Ninth innin', bases loaded, y'all gon' make a nigga slide (yeah) Undisclosed location (yeah, yeah), I don't really do it live (yeah, yeah) Y'all be doin' to much (yeah, yeah), that ain't how you stay alive (yeah, yeah, Dramatic, nigga) They say I fell, what? They can go ahead and stop it (stop it) Just like this hundred grand, yeah, I'm always in pocket (woo) Used to sell 'em in the wrap but get double it when you rock it (rock it) But keep that stick with you, in case them niggas out of pocket (ha-ha) I sat alone and prayed so many nights (nights) White seats, white Rolls, I played so many nights (hey) Hopped out with that new AP, turn off the lights (lights) Mister own half of my city, my future bright (yeah) Ain't shit changed from blocks to flippin' buildings (buildings) Just know I put 'em all in my trust, that's for my children (children) Them pussies throwin' so many stones, could build a building (build) But fuck them niggas, proving 'em wrong is I'm skilled in (hey) Picture this, your boy at the stove, look like I'm fishin' (fishin') Tryna get an extra nine out them O's, that's what I'm wishin' (damn) The irony of white squares in the attic nowadays (hey, yeah, yeah) White face no stones in the Patek, come on (let's go) Got a fetish for them rubber bands (bands) Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (yeah) And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em) And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (yeah) Got a fetish for them rubber bands (hey) Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (ha-ha) And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em) And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (let's go) Boss shit, that's what I do (yeah), you know I do it best Right-hand tied, I start whipping with the left Life sentence, nigga, know I'm ballin' to the death (death, ah, yeah, yeah) Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth' (yeah, let's go) That Phantom ride better when you beatin' all the odds (odds) That liquor tastes better when you beatin' all the frauds (damn) Got dealt a bad hand but you still play your cards (cards) That's when you really real when you really live your bars (hey) And yeah, that's on God and the rest is on me (me) You really got it out the mud, that's when you know that shit P (woo) Don't cost shit to hate, that's how you know that shit free (free) Black trucks back to back, that's how you know that shit me (let's go, yeah) Got a fetish for them rubber bands (bands) Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (hey, yeah) And all my blues got blood on 'em (Blood on 'em) And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (yeah) Got a fetish for them rubber bands (hey) Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands (ha-ha) And all my blues got blood on 'em (blood on 'em) And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em (let's go) Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best (do it, do it) Right hand tied (yeah), I start whipping with the left (left, woo) Life sentence, nigga, know I'm ballin' to the death (death, ah, yeah, yeah) Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth' (yeah, let's go) Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best (Snow, yes) Right hand tied (yeah), I start whipping with the left (left) Life sentence, nigga, know I'm ballin' to the death (death) Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth' We will be here forever (forever) Do you understand? (Do you understand?) Snowman (Snowman) forever (forever) DJ Drama (DJ Drama) forever (forever)