Lyrical Breakdown of 03 - Survival Of The Fittest 2003 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "03 - Survival Of The Fittest 2003" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "03 - Survival Of The Fittest 2003" 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 Mobb Deep employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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And here we go again
Y'all callin' in reinforcements
The Mobb come through, stop up the shit
P'll come through and shot up your vest
Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?
Nigga I will kill your bitch
Then fuck her and make you watch
We do thangs, like raid spots
Probably catch you on the Hummer, just give you my glock
(Here) Or most likely in the club, we gon' give you them knots
This is what gangsters dance to, or turn to a thug party
Once we step foot in the bitch, it's on again
Outside we got them boxy trucks
Hoes wanna jump, 'cause of that Benz emblem
The hoe say she wanna ride in the shit with the horse logo
I got her out of her panties and boom boom
And I done left bitches out in the boonies
Frontin' on that pussy, leave bodies wherever
Niggaz tryin' to kill me?
Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
No doubt, my niggaz hold me down whenever in beef
Talkin' all that bullshit but it's the hammer that roast
If your shit ain't clappin' off then you sure to lose
Aiyyo the streets don't give a fuck about you
For you ain't bendin' the rules
Come around lookin' icey then you runnin' the jewels
Nigga you ain't gotta like me, homey get your food ate
The whole plate, rip a fella ear to ear I'm talkin' his whole face
And scream my name, 'cause it hold weight
You cowards are jealous
Glass slipper wearin' niggaz we call 'em Cinderellas
Gonna be a slug shower and there ain't a umbrella
That can help you protect that ass from gettin' wet
I can see it in your eyes, your bitch ass is pet
Home team I'ma promise and you cowards ain't a threat
Introduce a fella to death, in the form of chrome
Nigga, now you in the danger zone
Yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fittest nigga, and we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, nigga we still alive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong
Aiyyo thug life we still livin' it