Lyrical Breakdown of Robbery - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker And when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot) Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot) Nothing but assholes and elbows Bitch come on you done do it (Chorus) Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep Its a motherfucking robbery nigga Verse 1 (C-Murder) Don't move or I'm a break you off somthing proper, With this automatic motherfucking static stopper Aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for But somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor Gimme yo money 'for I act the donkey Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey Nigga what you push the button for? Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies We gotsta handle this shit like G's Let me think for a second I gotsta get my respect Bitch! Come here I snatch your motherfucking kid I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga Skit Verse 2 (C-Murder) I got away and now I'm on the run With my gun and this motherfucking bitch's son Tryin to blend in with the ghetto children My hideout is a fucked up abandoned building I'm high as fuck but still I sport a beanie To hide my face cause I'm killin any bitch that see me My old lady keeps paging me tell me turn my self in But that shit can't fade me Cause with a hostage I gotta chance to get about the city Where ever I go he goin with me And still stickin to the G code Another nigga in my shoes would of bitched thats a like a hoe And can't wait till 11: 30 Im outie But meanwhile I bout to get my fuckin nose dirty And kid talkin bout he thristy save the drama I catch myself day dreamin bout the bahammas Lets go and keep your fuckin mouth shut Walked out the door and it was all fucked up Skit (Chorus x4) Damn this gangsta shit aint what it all cracked up to be Ya heard me? Niggas dying trying to make a quick buck Slanging dope Pulling 211's This shits serious dog To all my young niggas out there Think about what you do before you do it Shit cause you might not come back home Know what I'm sayin? Just take it easy and shit Check out what I'm saying Feel me That's all want Just feel me Peace