Lyrical Breakdown of Snitches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Snitches" 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 "Snitches" 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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Snitch: What's happening? Snoop: What you mean what's up, nigga Snitch: What, what's happening man? Snoop: I need to holler at you nigga, come here Snitch: For what, what's happening Snoop: Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga? Snitch: Man I wasn't hanging with the police man Snoop: Oh, you didn't think I seen you Snitch: Man, you trippin' man Snoop: I seen you jump out that car, nigga Snitch: Nah man, fuck that dog Snoop: You snitching now, nigga Snitch: Man, hell nah I ain't snitching Snoop: What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching Let me holler at you nigga Come here bro Snitch: Oh man Snoop Doggy Dogg: How many real niggas is locked away Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head Giving them niggas code names Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it 'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich I'm destined for fame Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game It's a shame the way the game has switched And the police man trying to take my shit I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard In the front seat with no cuffs on I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting And that's for all my real niggaz locked up And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight Just like a bitch quick to call the police But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me Look here, me and P we getting riches And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches Muthafuck you snitches Chorus: Snitches snitches snitches Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches They be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches Master P: I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell And when he get out will he live, only time will tell Nigga riding with the police Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin' Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine Watch the bitch he got a camera But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer And 17 nails 'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed Master P: Snitches, snitches, snitches Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches That's snitches, snitches Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail That's what snitches is Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga Niggaz with dresses, snitches This for y'all bitches To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain Watch y'all muthafuckin' self The haters got the high beam on They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses I know who y'all is niggaz