Lyrical Breakdown of 20 - Can't Fuck With Us - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "20 - Can't Fuck With Us" 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 "20 - Can't Fuck With Us" 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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{*opening gunshot courtesy DJ Whoo Kid*} (Havoc) Can't f**k with us! (Prodigy) Aiyyo Hav', it's on man! Bout to shut this bitch down {*NON STOP*} knahmean? Yeah man aiyyo yo yo Okay sit up straight in your seats, pay attention now We teach you niggaz some things about this lifestyle we live, plus eat sleep and shit Stash box in the crib, we doin this to death Throw a matchbook at your wiz, after we finish One gasoline bath, man that bitch fried chicken Homey that's what you get when you f**k with my niggaz We dumpin your Roley pop loose and we ain't even want it Niggaz hearts get took, and that's how we on it Put that bullshit to rest, and never dwell on it Got me sittin on the toilet, takin a shit With my gun in my hand cause a nigga cautious Got the hammer on me, gettin searched by police Takin chances, I'd rather that than be a lawsuit In the jungle they pick opportunities to touch you Send you home horizontal in a box comfortable (repeat 2X) You thugs couldn't handle the thugs I run with Ain't got enough slugs for the guns we bust with All y'all niggaz is herbs in our eyes for real Niggaz wanna talk gangsta? You see me when you get killed (Havoc) Why should I remind y'all, that niggaz 'ready know Mobb is instinct with that ready blow, homey Want drama {*BANG!*} then slugs I let 'em go (yea yea) Rapid fire on that ass with a steady flow the hammer's on standby victory's a landslide, f**k's my name? Havoc and I bring that shit e'ry game I got game for a bitch, leave a baby on her lip Leave my mark in your town from that thing on my hip Give a f**k who you go and get, now get this Niggaz wanna swim I drown 'em in they own SHIT (shit) Blood and piss, she pretty I'ma thug the bitch And never fall in love with it (nah) Catch me, merkin the 7 with the limo tint Alone I'm an armed forced, I'm so militant With the pound in the stash box, getcha the lip like a backed up lesbian bitch, strapped with a dick!