Lyrical Breakdown of Streets Raised Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Streets Raised Me" 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 "Streets Raised Me" 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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Yeah uh huh That true shit That shit that makes me feel shit To all my niggas and my bitches Yo, check it, uh huh It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring, brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck, contemplating on who I can trust But like Lleullo in a bill my feelings just get crushed But thats why I stick with my duns, like I stick with the guns Don't get mad, rip your hun, concentrate on my funds Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist Never get patted down when I step in the place Jiggied up, smoke the pot, confirm if it is real reefer or not Rally up, after this get followed straight to the crib Gem star, double edge apply pressure Shave 'em down, blow marks right through your mecca Wanna be a thug, now you got the thug look Stick 'em up, leave medicaid, with the real to push God-Body, with a rubber grip black shotti Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies A dossage, hand delivered, without postage Bring it to your door step quick on short notice Niggas get sniped like, Klonker Bronckite Show 'em how to rock right, when bitches hold the mic Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me This is something you feel nigga Like the theme song from Hill Street Blues This is real, this is ill street news How he gone, and left his moms mind struck And now his brother ain't giving a fuck Little sister giving up the butt now, dun' don't wet that I want you to rest black 'Cause you better belive Noyd goin' handle that 'Cause when I get em, I'ma have 'em Pull out the sweeper, and spray it at them I'm no killer, you know me But I'll be damned if I don't lie for my CO-D And then this Old G, scold me, and told me, coldly You keep it up and you will be dead like your homie But I gotta redeem and get this cream by any means I never been clean Nigga, my whole click got dirty From the battles, to the trials and bloody up shirtsleeves Nigga you heard me It's gangsta, it's gangsta Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernie's Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof and fell to his death, it's real Hand ball walls displayed with R I P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, kept em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun sets looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close, you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off, don't get clipped off Why'd you have to raise me this way You showed me how to survive the concrete But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I'm surprised we alive today But how long who am I to say Whatever, you are a part of me Why'd you have to raise me this way I loved y'all till this day But how long only time can say Whatever, you are a part of me It's real