Lyrical Breakdown of The Gangsta Sh-T - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Gangsta Sh-T" 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 "The Gangsta Sh-T" 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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You niggas been invadin' my turf Ignore examples I set while you played in the dirt There's only one thing to do now, and that's to set it Off, and show you motherfuckers who's boss Don't play games, I just cock and aim Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out your brains Piss-pissed, y'all niggas shouldn't have fucked with this (Butch-bitch-bitch-bitch) (Miff-miff- Miff-miff) (Up to-up to) (Get-get-get-get) Instant nigga, plastic bag to you, nigga Got love for no nigga, now that's your ass, nigga War-war, so I suggest you call on your troops Armed and fatigues ain't shit cause y'all loot-loot Rap-a-Lot mobster, callin' all the shots From a underdog perspective, and y'all gon' respect it Murder-murder, by numbers, nigga, one, two, three Every-every-every fucker-fucker comin'-comin' to me-me It's static in the jungle, nigga Witness a motherfuckin' crumble minute I'll leave your head with a tunnel in it It's static in the jungle, nigga Witness a motherfuckin' crumble minute I'll leave your head with a tunnel in it It's static in the jungle, nigga Witness a motherfuckin' crumble minute I'll leave your head with a tunnel in it And if you ain't one, then bitch, stop actin' If you don't want drama, then bitch, stop askin' Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit I refuse to be shorted, refuse to be defeated Competition depleted 'cause my rhymes is so heated And you can't fuck with me, you need to stop thinkin' I'm workin' on my sixth CD and still bankin' Say what? You think you hardcore, then come show me Make sure you comin' for real when you come for me 'Cause if not, I'm blowin' up your motherfuckin' block Y'all some fraud niggas, straight up broad niggas We hard niggas, yeah, but fuck y'all niggas Southside, and I ride for all my war niggas We strapped and all killers, we came for the battle The mob back in the saddle, makin' your trunks rattle If I had one dollar, for every nigga who thought That 'Face fell off, this whole world would be wrong If I had one dollar, for every nigga who thought That 'Face fell off, this whole world would be wrong If I had one dollar, for every nigga who thought That 'Face fell off, this whole world would be wrong Fuck that, I'll be-be here 'til it's all over And when it's all over, go back to smokin'-smokin' Can't-can't be stopped, now these fly bags So fuck Chad-Chad, it's J Prince and Brad Ain't-ain't enough bullshit in the States to come stop Rap-Rap-A-Lot mafia shit, ya hear? Ain't enough bullshit in the United States To come stop this Rap-A-Lot shit, mob shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit Y'all don't wanna fuck around with the gangsta shit Fuck around with the gangsta shit It's gon' take more than just rappin', more than just sparrin' For y'all niggas to up and just fuck with Brad Jordan Fuck you, warden, and every motherfucker who defendin' You safe for talkin' shit from a distance Noo-noo rap niggas comin' around here Makin' them bullshit caps, bitch, I'll ruin your career I said noo-noo rap niggas comin' around here Makin' them bullshit caps, bitch, I'll ruin your career I said noo-noo rap niggas comin' around here Makin' them bullshit caps, bitch, I'll ruin your career I got mine on my goddamn self, get in line And I'll destroy a slew of you niggas, one at a time I'm the last of a dyin', you goddamn right You can never beat that, I'm just glad you see that Is this my payback for puttin' Houston down in the first place? Got the whole world screamin', "It's the Scarface" I'm dominant, dominant one, you niggas local And the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with bifocals I'm a killer in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's best A prince and not the son, with no love for no one Look me in my Look me in my Look me Look me in my eye