Lyrical Breakdown of Spittin Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Spittin Game" 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 "Spittin Game" 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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Fresh Slim, baby Hot Boys Hot Boys in this bitch Check it out Niggas steady gettin' chopped, losin' they life behind stupid shit Ain't that a bitch? Niggas get they wig split And it's a shame, killin' has became a fame I cannot see my brains layin' on the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline, choppin' down Picks up the shells, can't leave no evidence around Man, it's T-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome Glock, got it cocked, red dot on your knot As I pop nonstop 'til you drop Pronounced dead on the spot It's a tragedy when I spin your fuckin' block A nigga from Black Connect'll leave you wet For sure your face is on the next if you disrespect I ain't fakin' it, your life and I'm takin' it Hollow points, bullets racin' it, niggas ain't makin' it when I bust Tell it to any nigga, chopper bullets you can't trust If you bust when I spray, head for shelter Ten percent is gon' help you, ninety is gonna fail you A lotta punk niggas try to play hard Put your face on a fresh tee, sendin' that ass to the morgue Better be cool, if you don't, that's all on you Sixteen murked a man, my whole clique push dope Transportin' ki's in the all-black Camaro Fifty G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat I'm a Hot Boy to the police and I'm a thug on the street Yeah, I score from Slim and B, ten a ki' Real OG's, thirty-six OZ's, four and a halves, goin' for two G's UPT connect, 'bout stackin', leave you wet Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check Big body on Broadus, that's all I know Mansion on Washington with six figures on the floor Double R in the yard, watched by Uptown security guards Ten G's a ki', thirty-six on the P's Four and a halves for two G's, but I'll take eighteen Got some niggas on my team 'bout head-bustin' and green Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties to Benzes I get my ki's from my uncle KC He's a Magnolia soldier, did ten in Angola Shootout in Magnolia, knock the head off his shoulder I ain't about no playin', when I'm comin', get out the way Gunplay, bust on a nigga ass on the one-way Head straight back to the hot block, flight in the air Look, if I'm out to bad, I might cut you in half UTP tattooed across my stomach, stay booted Look, I'm a looter, holdin' a Ruger or a six-shooter On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you better watch for the sweep Look, them people gon' act an ass if you get caught in the street I'm layin' off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people Staked out the area, then robbed the Chinese store Do it like it's legal, I heard heads in power Bitches want the dope dick, children, them cockblockers Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me I'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' 'em too Fuck with me, your man, and Eshkan, and it's curtains Now send your people to the CC and we gon' hurt 'em I'm seein' niggas shootin' dice, bettin' heavy on fours and tens I'm in the Chevy with B.G. and a girlfriend Parked 'round the corner, leave it runnin', creep slow Look, bitch, this ain't the night show, lay it down, ho You think I'm playin'? Ask Baby and Slim how I came (Ho) Hook me up, I don't have time for no games Look, yeah, I'm stompin' in this bitch, I'm jumpin' a nigga's fit I'm bound to snatch your ho and make her monkey on this dick Look at what your face is, partner, a whole nation Of niggas that's mind damaged out here paper chasin' With that iron, I'ma roll with 'em, mama, don't pray for me I don't back down from no nigga, they gotta pray for me See, I want millions, hundreds, and big thousands Tryna rank cloud and serve all public housing Uptown streets is where all my ends meet Give me ninety-nine G, tryna seek my destiny I do it all to ball, drop and fall if I call See, I'm livin' real large even though I'm real small But don't let that fool you, money rules everything around me Creepin' up silent, behind it, that's where you find me I ain't here for a lil', I want the whole damn stock I cock my Glock in every block so I can hop to the top Niggas be funny with money, things you doin', I done done it Ninety-nine point five mil', big deals keep it comin' Slugs hummin', chopper gunnin', catch the vapor from the laser Infrared, fled, big bread money-maker Copper slug, barrel shaker for big paper Big baller, life taker for big caker Ben Franklins, bank teller thankin', big bankin' Bust a gankin', left stankin', ship sankin' Ain't no such thing as, "I'd like to see another nigga come up" But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for your own See how quick my hollow chrome leave home and visit homes Rome to the top, slip up and get bucked Get out my way 'fore I spray, I'm tryin' to live up Young thugger, baby gangster, pluck and get popped Off top, aim my pistol straight for head shots I release the safety if you chase me Best waste me, don't hunt, bitch, handle your weight Or you make me reverse the game and wax that ass Stop you from playin', I clear your block on that ass Nigga wonder why I stress, Uptown's the place It's the best, we got weapons that'll go through your vest Get left wet, disrespect, it's beef for sure Got backup from the Black Mel Calio You got coke and don't wanna go broke? V-L it 'Cause around me, bitch, I'm doin' bad, you can't sell it B.G. terrorize ho niggas, you dig? Bitch niggas get slid if you got change on your wig I'll take the hit real fast and quick 2-2-6 My clique, Cash Money the shit Project heroes, 'bout six zeros Makin' records is the front, we got ten kilos Unload, reload, if you ball, you fall If I jack you, I don't want half, I want all Stand tall for mine, nuts hang, I'm real My skills outstanding, kill or be killed Niggas out to give me the blues, let 'em kill me, I refuse I'm down for killin', but the one in the six for murder, I was accused I'll leave you funky, hop out my trunk and held by a monkey So watch yourself 'cause I'm down to act a donkey In the N.O. town, jackers creep for beef Put you to sleep if you're playin' with a QB, bitch