Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck That Nigga - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuck That Nigga" 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 Juvenile 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 Juvenile's narrative.

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We drink up all the brown, we drink up all the white We go to all the spots, we be up all the night We'll tell a nigga fuck ya and be waitin outside for him Bust him up and see how many niggas gone ride for him Play the project bricks and ride for the law Nigga come to my section we goin to they section in war We rep hard in other wards and stolen cars Spankin niggas that be showin off with these broads Nigga catch a felony, we takin his charge Niggas turnin state, we rapin the boy It's a hard life we livin, day by day drama We earn stripes for killin, attack like piranhas Some of the times, motherfuckers be off they bases We out here findin you in unfamiliar places Lookin like a duck seein all the wrong faces But we know the rules is to be strapped in these cases Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Stay from round here I tell ya, these niggas ain't cool Ain't no love for outsiders, everybody's a fool We be duckin off in the hallways and in the cuts Gettin the fuck when ATF is pullin up People in the projects say them niggas ain't shit They hustle all night for brand new outfits You're fuckin right, that's how it is on the block Grilled up, t-shirt, bows and Reeboks Camoflauge around the neck and the dome Fucked up attitude, totin the big chrome Flight for weeks nigga ain't never goin home Tryin to get it how he did with a bundle of bone We ain't tryin to see the jailhouse But if we do we hope we be able to bail out Know what I'm sayin, the damn if we need a lick Come up on the whole brick Kick in a nigga door and punch his whole click Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Come through the hood where you hang with a K And when I see ya, what I'mma do to you I know I wouldn't wanna be ya Split ya head in half nigga, leave ya stretched in the street Hit ya everywhere in your body from under your feet I play it raw when I'm in deep, I'm a hot boy that's heat Get it how you live is how it is where I be Fuck a nigga's how I feel, no nigga step on my toes Without feelin blocka-blocka from 4-4 I'm a dog, with a gun in my hand and I cut loose You're on the other end of that pistol that's on you You get hit up, chopped up, did somethin awful Zipped up, boxed up, pushed right in a coffin Ain't part of my click fuck ya nigga Don't please me, I don't love ya nigga You know good well, I don't trust ya nigga To me you ain't nothin but a busta nigga, what Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Man pop that nigga, man kill that bitch Man shoot that nigga, man spank that bitch Man down that nigga, execute that bitch Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch You heard me Put 50 rounds in that nigga is what you do that bitch Fuck him, you heard me Fuck his whole click, nigga You don't like me, I don't like you nigga You don't like me that mean you don't like my click I don't like you that mean I don't like you The niggas you fuck with The niggas you affiliate with, you heard me Any nigga who speak to you niggas that y'all niggas Fuck you and all them too nigga, you heard me It's Cash Money for life, you heard me Fuck all them old bitch ass niggas Showin bricks and hidin they hand nigga It's real over here nigga, you heard me We got this shit, and we holdin this shit down, you heard me And we gone keep it like that for ya, ya dig Nigga, Baby, Slim, Juve, B.G. and Turk Weezy, Fresh, you heard me Joe Casey, Trayvon, you heard me All the sharks nigga, we comin through nigga We layin it down nigga and we just doin what we do Keepin it real, Cash Money for life nigga