Lyrical Breakdown of 16 - Don't Call Tasha - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "16 - Don't Call Tasha" 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 "16 - Don't Call Tasha" 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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(Havoc) Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot Niggaz wanna scheme and plot, shit - this all I got Pull his ass out the drop - nigga we ain't playin witchu hoes Let the heat blow, nigga just eat those And I don't give a fuck, nigga go get your peoples Nigga, I ring your girl bell and blast through the peephole Here's how I put that ass in a sleep hold Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, nigga you ain't safe Fuck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her Now she sex like a porno chick, way I was pluggin her Seven to the max, know I broke the governor Bitch got a fetish for me? You still in love with her Dawg I had that all, so I only want some of her When she finish pity(?) talkin motherfuck her, I'm done with her Bitch "Call Tasha again, and I'ma kill you myself - you hear me dawg? I don't play, I ain't with really with this phone shit; just the only way I could get at you - don't call Tasha back" (Prodigy) That's how we do that shit, it's like this "You heard me? Don't call her back... don't don't don't do it" (Prodigy) Aiyyo, yo ("Huh? Straight up") This shit in pocket baby We stitchin this shit up, you just follow us We hold the streets up - you couldn't beat us with hammers We got retarded strength . and we ain't runnin for nothin 'cept for the escape after we push them gun buttons (Pa-pow!) Now you gettin out the way Shots poppin out the Ace leave people's shit swollen It's my style to flip Niggaz is bogus, we come through and shut down the set Yo Hav' - it's our time my nigga Our music grab these niggaz and show 'em how it's did Multi-million dollar mobsters 300, 000 dollar cars and hit the streets if you want to (Ay nigga) And still keep it thug too You couldn't pull us out the streets, we got deep roots {*echoes*}