Lyrical Breakdown of Hustle (New Unreleased) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hustle (New Unreleased)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Flip weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hustle (New Unreleased)" 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 Lil' Flip 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 Lil' Flip's narrative.

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(feat. Fingazz) [Lil' Flip:] Hey Put the beat up a little bit Yeah I like it right there That's perfect Matter fact, this track is perfect We talking about gettin' this money No matter where you from Europe, France, Switzerland Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money [Chorus: Fingazz] It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind) We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind) In my hood In y'all hood We gotta hustle for the same thing We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right We gotta get it, gotta get that money We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right We gotta get it, gotta get that money [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] We grind for the same thang I got a few partners on the chain gang And ain't never comin' home, you know When you locked up Your woman gone You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash) You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass) I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper) Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes In H-Town Niggas get paid for real Fuck what you heard We chop on blades, for real Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it) [Chorus] [Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E] It's a struggle that we live for Stayin' alive While Bush startin' more wars Out grindin' Money is a object Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this Trade my humble for that GT Bentley I'm trying to come up Homey, why you envy? Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer Shine the hoes with the cash flows Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner? They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me Jokers givin' out tat's At the party Time for the brams, to make that cash Sittin' next to George Lopez He made me laugh [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] In my hood, niggas get money all day Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray Each and every day I never forget I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks Catchin' lights movin' white To get that green Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen That was '98 Now I got cake In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate [Mr. Capone-E:] I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free After party at the club, chill, V.I.P. Cause I'm dressed like the president Call my chauffer Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer" And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit It's all about the money Now, just sing Oh! [Chorus] [Fingazz:] Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money "Fi-fi" [scratching] "Fi-Fingazz on the track" We gotta get it, gotta get that money Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right Gotta get it, gotta get that money