Lyrical Breakdown of Live Or Die - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Live Or Die" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Naughty by Nature weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Live Or Die" 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 Naughty by Nature 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 Naughty by Nature's narrative.

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Unh, hehe, Master P and Treach, nigga It's all family, baby, get them Naughty boys I got the No Limit Soldiers and when we posse up These niggaz gon' pay us I thought I told you, have my money (Whatcha wan' do, nigga?) You got until sunrise or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do, nigga?) We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Are you ready to die? (Live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Get a little bit of taste of the bass to the face In the place for anybody not payin' on time Rather be up in a six foot cell Before I let another nigga get flagrant with mine And we be takin' all cash, no checks, so go cancel this I know niggaz are so scandalous The ones I bust I'ma show 'em nuff crugs on how many people Thinkin' that they can stand with this, sheeyit I thought somebody told you, boy Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars Sixteen car, man entourage And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist Styles I flips retarded Family who can handle this From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles I thought I told you, have my money (Whatcha wan' do, nigga?) You got until sunrise or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do, nigga?) We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Are you ready to die? (Live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Hear the tale of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells And Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me And down to scrap, raise 'em from that True tradition, raise 'em up and gangsta bitches That'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin' With the drop-off point (Yo, what the deal, nigga?) You backed out, I fuckin' witnessed it And have partners have to split shit with (Nah, pay me now, bust it) At sundown see I went on work I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat Watch a thug rock, slugs pop With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots He better pay me like he postin' bail Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail I thought I told you, have my money (Whatcha wan' do, nigga?) You got until sunrise or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do, nigga?) We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Are you ready to die? (Live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Gotta nab but I'm back Now give me all my props again I gotta kick your motherfuckin' ass for steppin' on my mocassins We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature It's Mystikal with Silk the Shocker and nem No Limit Lieutenant is at it again Catch me in the studio, tappin' in from it, actin' bad with a pen No blackin', no ant draggin', no babblin' I'm grabbin' the mic in the booth when they peak I'ma gon' get me started wrestlin' Turnin' and tusslin', clutchin' and musclin' I saw myself the demons when I'm bustin' them If you wanna live you wouldn't fuck with them, don't fuck with them Ha, hah, don't fuck with them, look Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow Don't floss if it ain't yours See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of and mores Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours Catch me gettin' my floss on walkin' 'cross marble tan floors Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat Bitch, I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo' Fuck the whole rap game up, nigga, just one of my lines Say ya know a nigga like me, you're lyin', bitch 'Cause I'm like one of a kind From the Jerz to the five, oh, we get down and dirty ya heard I gotta eat so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird So y'all better have what you owe me, by sundown Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem We gonna get y'all! I thought I told you, have my money (Whatcha wan' do, nigga?) You got until sunrise or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do, nigga?) We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Are you ready to die? (Live or die, live or die, live or die) (Where they at? Let's get 'em)