Lyrical Breakdown of Gotti - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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C5, D-Block, LOX Say the judge or the jury can't spoil this (Na, ahn ahn) Nah, (two thirds) of the world's most loyalest (I'mma shoot em), I'mma pay the bail, I'm sure of this (I'mma kill em, I'mma get the witness), teach 'em more of this (We never sing, not even on a song), where the es? (Dig the hole, get the wood box), bring the florist in (Tell the pastor tell the family), we was just warning them (38's, 45's), all type of Tauruses (About to hit the bong), pour the Holy water in (Celebrating), for participating, (in the slaughtering) Eating steaks at the same spot, they killed Paulie in (Frank White's three in the quarter, taping your daughter in) Columbia with the connect, (putting the order in) (Nigga act, we gonna clap), like we the audience (Make sure you ain't down to strap), get rid of all the prints Do your homework on, (whoever you go to war against) I had 20s on my Benz, lend it to all my friends And everything was all gravy, everything was all gravy And if I need something call Baby, I need something call Baby And the streets was calling me, but a nigga had call waiting And yeah we all went through our phases, we all went through our savings Some niggas stayed on point, some niggas was point shaving And sometimes we had to be vegetables That mean we had to stay patient, cause they say you are what you eat I took the star out of starvation, bitch I come from a Third World, start rapping in the fourth grade Start trapping in the sixth grade, went platinum in the tenth grade Dropped out a nigga getting paid, this when Birdman had a fade This when Hummers didn't come stretch, but Birdman had 'em made This when pretty bitches set you up, and niggas didn't give two fucks You had two guns and two phones, you could waste time and get a new cup But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hemmed up And all them niggas that's biting got they fins cut I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around 'till yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got But this when niggas had pimp cups, and dirty money got rinsed up And the early birds in the worm hole would get so fat that they'd get stuck We'd clean our fingerprints up, we'd clean the shit we didn't touch This when niggas called Diddy Puff Letting Biggie bump while I'm sitting up in that big body I can show you a dead body Lotta niggas got pinched, and the snitches ended up dead lobsters Wrap the birds in red tape, call them bitches Red Robins Pops had kilos, I needed one key I would've made copies Free my niggas down and Rest In Peace to all my dead partners I smoke bout a pound in like a week, and fuck the Weight Watchers Got my self a brand new triple beam, just to weigh options I stumbled upon a gold mine, I thank God that it ain't copper Some niggas were late bloomers, but boy, look how they've blossomed Don't know niggas that wear wires but I know niggas that go haywire I know hoes that play possum, and will bring us to y'all mailboxes And dead man can't talk and the Feds don't have séances Look you put a knot on the end of a condom full of drugs and put it in her pussy And get through customs cause last time we just took em I rather be blind before I be the nigga that stand around just lookin' And you can beat around the bush and find a nigga laying behind them bushes I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" I know real niggas gon' fuck with this Like "that's that shit I be talkin' 'bout" And we gon' be around 'till yo motherfuckin' body rot And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got