Lyrical Breakdown of Lifestyles Of The Infamous - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lifestyles Of The Infamous" 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 "Lifestyles Of The Infamous" 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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My life is all about riches and bitches Snitches get stitches Want me to put you on? Keep wishing You need to learn the rules and conditions There's facts that you missing Sit back and take notes, man, listen First of all, the foundation Money is the root of all evil The cream'll have you shitting on your people Living like lotto, everything is everything Ain't nothing changed but the clothes that my money bring I'm making figures that I never thought possible You tried to slow me down, you'll find yourself in the hospital My crew got the army of Texases in them Acuras Kid, you get your cap peeled backwards For years, I been tryna blow for years Getting bent off Moët, spend a G on beers Living life to the fullest, my story ends with a bullet 'Til the coke oil drop to the bottom of the pot My invincible crew will never stop If you looking, you can find me rising to the top, I'm a classic Approach my level and get your ass kicked Floatign in the river with your body wrapped in plastic I'm trying to make a half a million triple in size before my eyes Another part of my team dies I could still hear his voice while he up in the skies While the rest still living, steady telling me lies It's like a bad dream and I can't wake up But at the same time, I love it and I can't give it up I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences Count all my blessings, add up my weapons Cock back the nine, let my heat serve purpose Sling, do my thing, organized fiend service Trying to make a mil', it's stress, you know the deal So we sling krills, get your cap peeled 'cause everything is real But I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi Sippign bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi Try to infiltrate my fort, get caught Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts You get your life lost, never found again, my friend Mission completed, watch you dropping less than ten On the road to the riches, hitting snitches off with mad stitches Your last resting place'll be your ditch, kid No one can stop me, try, your style's sloppy You wanna be me, you're just an imitation, copy The theme is all about making the green Living up in luxury, pushing fat whips and living comfortably It's all about the riches and bitches Snitches get stitches Lifestyles of the infamous It's all about the riches and bitches Snitches get stitches Lifestyles of the infamous Yo, yo, P Yo, what up, son? Yo, what up, kid? Chilling? Yeah No doubt, I'm just about finished with this joint Word? How much you got left, son? 'Bout a little half a minute, I'ma finish in a little while True, true, true, damn What up? What's up with them shorties, yo? Oh, them bitches? They comin' over in a little while, kid You better hurry up and get over here Man, I hope them shorties ain't fronting, man Nah, never that, son, come on, hurry up Aight, aight, so, yo, um Check it, I'll be over there in a little, son A little, you know what I'm saying, later on tonight, aight? Yeah Aight, chill Too much dough to get for one man to handle Started from the bottom, went further than I planned to It's a whole new world and my team is on That's why your crew and mines can't get along But it ain't no thing to me If I die, just bury me with a bottle of Hennessy And I'll be alright, but I ain't dropping no time soon 'Cause before you clap me, I'ma clap you If I offend you, so the fuck what? If you ain't busting your gat, then shut the fuck up 'Cause one less nigga's just more money circulating More clientele to keep my pager percolating Some bust me, don't discuss me, trust me Niggas tried to thump, but got lumped very roughly Then we boated in the three quarter Across the water, Queensbridge just right around the corner Where you can find me at the store spending my rent Getting bent, drink Dainy and save twenty cent Find a bitch, then take her upstairs and bend her over The same every day 'til my life's all over