Lyrical Breakdown of 19 - Tough Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "19 - Tough Love" 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 "19 - Tough Love" 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.
• 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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[Intro] Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, niggaz, niggettes (Yeah) y'all been invited, (welcome) That's what I'm talkin 'bout Mobb Deep up in this motherfucker, bring yo' ass in here Hey yo check it out son, check it out like this [Havoc] I keep a hammer on my waist 'cause ain't no steppin' to this Hey yo don't let you be a problem that I'm fiendin' to fix You peep the grin on my face that mean I'm creepin' on somethin' Whether a bad bitch, or a nigga that stole somethin' Call me a old school cat wit aiyyoung mentality I live by the day and I go out for family I don't understand language if it ain't talkin' money From the era walkin' 'round with knots lookin' bummy Certain bitches knew the code so they went with the flow And let you know they wanted fifty-four elevens from the door We cut school, cooked caine, took traum' to the brain And though a nigga had it, still hopped the fuckin' train Look back and laugh but ain't shit funny still My little brother took his life, forever I'm stuck with a ice grill Got friends with chemical imbalances And when the love get tough, believe me it's challengin' [Hook] You go out for me, I'm goin' out for you Tough love (tough love) It's the crew for one, and one for the crew (yeah) It's tough love (tough love) No matter the bullshit the world put us through (*gunshot*) Tough love (tough love) Y'all my motherfuckin' niggaz and you know what I'd do (hey yo check it out) Bust slugs (bust slugs) [Prodigy] It was one of those days you could smell it was 'bout to rain Parked in the car sittin' in the back seat Just me and my dun, smokin' the weed That's when the floor phone rung, "who could this be?" (get back) "What's good?" "Yo dun, I got some very bad news" "Yo who this?" "Lil' BG from Springfield, and Franny Lou" "Okay, talk to me" "Now to make a long story short, Yvesh got bodied at Precious' party" "You lyin'" "That's word to our dead, hear what I said Now meet me at the rest it's time for get back" "I'm there" Dropped off my dun at the Vann's, at Yorke College Can't believe they killed my man 'Vesh Why not flip? somebody gotta pay for this And we know who did it man it's time for that shit Go around they way and spray them clips And watch niggaz lay down like naked chicks [Hook] You go out for me, I'm goin' out for you Tough love (tough love) It's the crew for one, and one for the crew (yeah) It's tough love (tough love) No matter the bullshit the world put us through (*gunshot*) Tough love (tough love) Y'all my motherfuckin' niggaz and you know what I'd do (HEY YO CHECK IT OUT) Bust slugs (bust slugs) [Havoc] That's right my niggaz and niggettes It's that certified Mobb shit (God DAMN!) Stay tuned, know what I'm sayin' And get that motherfuckin album and stay, in-tune Ya' heard (yeah) [DJ Whoo Kid] Mobb Deep Free agents (HA-HA, HA-HA) (*gunshots*)