Lyrical Breakdown of We Don't - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Don't" 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 "We Don't" 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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Ayy shawty, you know what I'm sayin' Some niggas' palms be sweatin' Some niggas' palms be itchy It don't matter, a nigga just gotta get it You know what I'm sayin', nigga We built this shit from the ground up, nigga, Tha Carter, nigga You what I'm sayin' We been around the world gettin' money, nigga We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood Every project, nigga We worldwide hustlers, nigga (believe that, bitch) You what I'm sayin' Let's get them niggas, let's ride shawty Indictments, got us conspiracy for murder Five young niggas uptown servants Word, they bird curvin' for servin' Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin Bitch, and we was raised in these war times Jailhouse had made men in these hard times And don't cry I'ma get mines so pray for me I'm on the block on the grind, mama pray for me So nigga respect my G, respect my grind Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind Nigga respect this heat When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep Whoa, shawty I'ma blow they whole block Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot Third ward survivor, uptown madness Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money, baby Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, come on The murder man, picture me lurkin' Right up behind your curtains nine's squirtin' And you could hear it when it's hurtin' But if I hear him hurtin' I'll walk over and merk him for certain I took over the circus 'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface I walk around, fo' pound and surface To spin ya ass around in circles, you urkel Blood run up out ya earth now you purple Your homeboy get it first, but you worser Now you headed to the skies above And I'm go and get high with ya bitch in the club Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband And you gonna have to meet him if you keep on fuckin' her And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money, baby Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, come on Shoot him in his head so he remember Because of that, mama, I'll be gone 'til November I be back next winter in a hummer on spinners Them niggas on the block say them boys gon' get 'em But them niggas on the block don't know the toys come with him Tell your boy come and get me, if I go, he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy You open up your face I'ma open up the semi I open up your kidneys now you're floatin' up the Mississippi River Nigga play with deep water now you're swimming Silly, you play with me, Carter, now you're missing Really, I shoot ya in your head and make you feel it And even though I be the man with the milli's When the shit go down I be the man with the milli's Beef cranberry on the ceilin' This is Tha Carter, bitch welcome to my buildin', come on We don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money, baby Come on, we don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out And we out for cash motherfuckin' money baby, come on Wish a nigga would say somethin', da-da Standin' right here, guns out boy Weezy F, Birdman Holla back, yeah