Lyrical Breakdown of Real Gangstaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Gangstaz" 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 "Real Gangstaz" 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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This some of that real gangsta motherfuckin' shit nigga (Yeah) Yeah, for all the real niggaz out there (Yeah) You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (What) Like my motherfuckin' East Coast niggaz (What) My motherfuckin' Dirty South niggaz (What) And my motherfuckin' West Coast niggaz (What) Let's go Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Now y'all know the deal why we up in here Burn that ma, put it up in the air (C'mon) Ma got a phattie so I'm up in her ear 'Cause these clowns wanna grill, I got the clique right there Now you could get your ass drug around up in here You know I know the promoter, the pound's in here And these my parts, you outta town out here Slow it down, pump the brakes, get found out there I'm push that melon, what the fuck's that smellin'? (Pussy) Thugs not thugs no more, they tellin' (Yeah) You did that time, but you not that felon Nigga kill the noise, your hammer not yellin' You're infrared not beamin' (Nope) Y'all not eatin' while your neck not gleamin' We don't give a fuck, flip for any ol' reason Just for the fun have your bitch ass leakin' Okay Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) (Y'all niggaz ain't gangsta) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) (Aiyyo Prodigy, tell 'em what's up) If you, leave you crippled (Hey) Yeah, all I want is the money and y'all can keep them sloppy hoes My calender's shows booked, I ain't got time yo Gimme the cash, keep them beat up chicks My bank bounce gotta stay thick You know e'ry day I stay with, the latest guns Keep those under our belts to blaze you up E'ry day we play with, the latest trucks Work that tip chronic on the porch well Don't get rat-a-tat tatted up, it be a bad look Be wettin' your pants when bullets hit, mad shook Droppin' your gun and all that, you mad puss 34 shell cases fall in one push You get beaten and battered up, y'all little chain snapped We still takin' 'em, fuck it let the team have it Be droppin' your drinks, trippin' on things scramblin' It be chaos when guns ring at him Okay Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Aight it's 'bout to get real ugly in this motherfuckin' club What, what I need to see nothin' (Hey) But the real gangsta niggaz and bitches on the dance flo' (Hey) Yeah, we gon' crank this motherfucker up Let's crank this bitch up We need to see all y'all motherfuckers doin' this shit (What) Doin' what? Hey, put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker Put your middle finger up, motherfucker, motherfucker Let me hear you say put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga Put your middle finger up, fuck you nigga Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch Put your middle finger up, fuck you bitch Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey) Some, people run (Yeah) But, gangstas don't (Yeah) Know my hammer stay cocked (Yeah) If, you, leave you crippled (Hey)