Lyrical Breakdown of Hustler - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Uno is for the money, deuce is for the show Trey is for the video, what the fuck is fo'? Fo' is for the hoes, and 5 to stay alive That shoulda been number 1, cause I don't want to die Add 6 when I begin to flip the big Benz With the candy-coated paint, plus the 20" rims And what they hittin' fo', I roll 7 out the do' Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold 8: 'Don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin' Got Nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin' 10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen And my niggas dead and gone, until we meet again 11 is for my poppy up in heaven Tell God send me a blessing, cause I'm down here stressin' 12 is for the records we sell, we're goin' platinum There's no turnin' back now, so let's make it happen [Chorus] All I ever wanted to do in my life was be a hustler Some don't get it, but feel me when I spit it It's all about the dollar It goes one for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough Keeps me watchin' on toes out my back window Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44 For urban travel, watch the scandal You petty rivals can't handle Hit your block, increase props as we dismantle Channel my vengeance through this sentence, I'm relentless You bitches want to spend this, then get pimped We're never said to beat any listener senseless Heavy weighters livin' major, pumpin' this here, no circumference Who is this? O.C. The Sinister Navigatin', now we're raidin' all over your area I'm darin' ya to static with this Rap-A-Lot shit The Camorra make hits, tag licks, like movin' bricks The lyricist full of canabis, livin' extravagant With elegant bitches, plottin' riches On quick-to-get-rich niggas full of liquor see'll shine one time livin' bigger [Chorus] Now everybody in the game know how it goes Players like us do shows and pimp hoes Oh-oh, it's the Sinister and Lo-Lo comin' through Them niggas playa-hatin', what the fuck they want to do? I want peace, but if them niggas want beef We gon' have to take the heat to the streets Kna mean? They tryin' to stop dreams and block creams It seems like what? They hate to see us havin' lavish things Pictures in magazines, nice cars and diamond rings Ah-ah, ah-ah, we can't have no fake niggas on our team Now you watch my back, nigga, and I watch yours One's for the dough, two's for the shows, hoes, and tours [Chorus]