Lyrical Breakdown of Now What - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juelz Santana weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Now What" 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 Juelz Santana 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 Juelz Santana's narrative.

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Okay, Jazze We in the motherfucking building, dip set bitch I heard my man T I was the motherfucking king in the south Well you know, I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city You already know, Santana And when the king and the prince get together It's nothing but royalty, roll the mat out So we going to get down like this Yeah Now if I ain't a gangsta, then who is? You is? Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga? I'm a straight led spitter, straight bread getter Up north hustler with a bank head nigga, now bounce That's just Jazze on the beat again Tappin' on machines again, it's cracking threw your speakers in That's what it sounds like, when I'm in the south right Put it down, put it round, bouncing threw your town like Uh bang first, play second, aim first, prey second Make dirt, day Heaven I'm a crack baller, straight sevens mack holder Spray seven at your back soldier I walk through the club like everybody pussy Yeah T.I. with me snatching everybody cookies The fifth on me case, anybody push me Let it fly, let it fly, like everybody push me Stop frontin' like you bang head nigga Till you bang head, whether real bang head nigga T.I. we fly, we ride, we bang, you die, motherfucker Yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? The west side, fuck nigga, now what? East side, fuck nigga, now what? Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? Bank head fuck nigga, now what? My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what? Let me see you in the trap, with a scrap You talk shit pussy, nigga getting slapped I get a couple kids, turn them into crack And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99 So if you need word, then holla right back I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that White T-shirts and A-town hats Got them super clean with dubs on that Hey! First nigga put my name in a rap Getting robbed on the spot, at hard getting shot I give a fuck about your squad or your block Hit 13, had it hard on the block And first thing, first start with a glock Then step it up to choppers, gauges, then eleven mack 10s Now you're fully equipped to stretch niggaz, like who? Like them P S C and dip set niggaz Hey, hey My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? The west side, fuck nigga, now what? East side fuck nigga, now what? Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? Bank head, fuck nigga, now what? My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what? Now what? Now stunt, nigga pop your trunk, now front I'm holding two, now what, big guns with me, big gun pissy When it come to these bitches, man I'm dirtier then the south is Squirtin' it in your mouth bitch, yeah back curtin', back squirtin' New stick, gat squirtin', yeah nigga, that's curtains Hold up, we senseless, make you throw up your breakfast Me and T.I. hold the connection Me and Santana from Harlem to Atlanta The Cocaine managers, hoe brain damager I'd be god damned, if a nigga won't cock hammers And split their bandanas, on niggaz with bad manners You wanna kill me, you willing to ride to hell with me Seven shot revolver, I'm taking my shells with me You don't want no trouble with no niggaz like us Try me, I'll fuck your whole life up To the group of haters that don't like us Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? Hey, hey, hey, hey My pimp squad, fuck nigga, now what? Dip set, fuck nigga, now what? The west, side fuck nigga, now what? East side, fuck nigga, now what? Harlem world, fuck nigga, now what? Bank head, fuck nigga, now what? My A-town, fuck nigga, now what? My N.Y. fuck nigga, now what?