Lyrical Breakdown of Runn the Blocc - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Eiht weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Runn the Blocc" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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MayLay shoot the shit since the youth at risk The big homies knew what crew to pick Who was with the missions for the hittin' Someone's breakin' and enterin', others takin', deliverin', the caterin', the kitchen men The difference then, blacks owned hella houses If you was snitchin', wasn't livin' to tell about it If you was right, we'd fight all day and night But doing wrong, you on your own for life I'm from Los Angeles, big guns, women, and cannabis Niggas can't run from where the cameras is Cause when the bird hit the light, it turn midnight bright Another term for the chips, with the flicks and the kites We like lowriders, and hogg motorcycles And we'll go psycho, with rifles like white folks Tell em' Eiht, its West Coast, till my eyes closed With one shot, plus i'm blindfold Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots One time, swoop up on the blocc tryna take mine I hop some fences Now it's a footchase, tryna dash for freedom It's money over everything, we don't see 'em Fuck the census, since I was a lad It was hood took me under, motherfucker I'm bad Sad day, the homie got jacked And shot in the process, geah that's wack I get em' on everything, we get back Necessary be the time, geah when shit crack Community resources the source be My income streak, and they come so regularly The enemy come, so ya better be ready G So, when I aim, better hold it steadily Shit, call it the warzone, life in the land Where it's follow the rules or they reprimand I rep for the west, so the Eiht can handle Compton for the hood's what the fuck I stand for Geah Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Geah, geah, geah... Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots I'm on the blocc, with a 30 deuce deuce And a colt 45 like Pac got Juice Still a nigga struggle, so the yay produce It's all for the money, so a nigga could lose Cuz, it was Nissan trucks And the ugly rat bitch, back then, was a duck I told the hoe bitch, get the duck sick Round up the baby gangsters, hit a lick One shot, now its life up state The homie from the hood turned up my cell mate Love for the hood Hater motherfucker gave a nigga all day, but I stay all good I hit the streets, right back in One time's on my coattails, niggas can't win That's the motto, hustle hood rich Compton all day, yes, fuck a bitch Compton forever, West the best loc, yeah keep it together When it's cruising down the street, in a lowrider Eiht and MayLAy, all day, Westsiders, geah Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Hood so deep, we got heat and jam knocks Who runn the bloccs? Who runn the bloccs? Eiht and MayLAy, all day, bust shots Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, to the, to the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up Welcome to the, the, the West I serve you till you fed up and still won't let up