Lyrical Breakdown of Shoot 'Em Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoot 'Em Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shoot 'Em Up" 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 Nas 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 Nas's narrative.

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One 44, two 45's 3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives 500 Benz, 6 reasons why This kid should die We shootin' every motherfucker outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hands At the same time every body ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor Then we shot some more Niggas he was with 2 niggas hit, one nigga fell One tryed to run, go get him son Make sure hes done before we bail, I ain't tryin to go to jail Must handle beef, code of the street Load up the heat, if these niggas think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things By all means, niggas know how we get down... it goes... Chorus (4X) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, What... (Whispering) Kill Kill Kill, Murder Murder Murder Driving throught the roads Suburban Chevrolet 6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringin' the bell, where in the hell Could they be at, I'm about to leave Steppin' slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now I pull my strap, it's my man And we have the same plan There them bitches go Civic '94, looking funny though Open up the car door, funny smile Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man, Ready?" Walked in the house, snatched of they clothes Ran through them hoes Plenty ice that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a BLAM BLAM Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed them hoes, took all they doe Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky Comin' down the stairs Now he wantin' mine, reachin for my nine Aiming with our guns at eachothers face, at the same time My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain Took his shit, emptied out close range... Chorus(4X) (3rd & 4th time there is no whispering of: Kill Kill Kill, Murder Murder Murder)